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The Sexual Awakening of David Joseph Katz - Chapter 8

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Series summary: A multi-chapter journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening.

Chapter summary: Dave tries something new.

Genre: Developing relationship, smut. (18+ only, please)

A/N: This is set in a nothing-too-bad-happens modern AU. The characters are all in their early twenties (I’m picturing adult!actor versions of them and Dave as a (younger) Cody Ray Thompson). The siblings are all still living at home, relatively happily, and Dave, Lila, Sissy and Carl are friends who hang out with them at the Academy.

Word length: 5.2k

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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It was the weekend. Klaus and Dave had spent the day hanging out with Diego, Ben and Luther.

They’d driven out of the city to a hiking trail and explored for a bit, then set themselves up on a rickety jetty to do some fishing in a nearby lake.

Ben had rolled his eyes at Diego and Luther’s competitive sniping, but all three had ended up blaming Klaus for scaring away all the fish after he got board of sitting quietly and decided to dip his toes in the water and attempt to splash the serious look of concentration off Dave’s face. He succeeded.

Nobody ended up catching any fish.

In the afternoon, they returned to the Academy to chill and – at Dave’s insistence – have a Star Wars movie marathon.

At one point, Five wandered through the living room. He paused to roll his eyes fondly at the slouching heap of limbs they had become, before heading off in the direction of the bar. They heard clinking, them a few moments later he wandered back out, distractedly muttering something about quantum mechanics and clutching a Margarita topped with a little blue cocktail umbrella.

At some point during the second movie, Ben extracted himself and wandered off to a quiet nook to do a little reading and, shortly afterwards, Luther left to go pick up Allison from the mall, where she’d been shopping with some girlfriends.

Bored again from too much sitting, Klaus had come up with a game that involved passing random objects between them without letting them touch the floor, using only their feet.

With the movie still playing in the background, they’d been passing Dave’s balled-up hoodie between them for a solid twenty minutes when Diego’s phone pinged and he missed the pass from Klaus, letting the hoodie fall to the floor.

“Dude!” Klaus exclaimed, hands raised.

Diego shrugged and checked his phone.

“It’s Lila inviting me over,” he said. “Her roommate’s out of town.”

“Booty call,” Klaus grinned, winking at Diego and conspiratorially nudging Dave with his elbow. “Sounds like you’re in there, bro.”

Diego grimaced back. “More like, she’s bored of being on her own without anyone to tease, so she’s calling sparring partners to her.”

“If that really was the case,” Dave said, “and all she wanted was an argument, she’d just text Carl.”

“Ha! True!” Klaus barked a laugh. “He’d definitely take the bait. He’s been in such a pissy mood recently.” Klaus made a lewd gesture, “I don’t think he’s getting any from Sissy.”

“I don’t think you can blame Sissy for Carl’s foul mood,” Dave added sagely.

“Definitely not!” Klaus said, “it’s not her fault her boyfriend’s a prick.”

“To be fair,” Diego cut in, “she’s been pretty busy recently with that volunteering group she and Vanya signed up for. You know, the one with the music therapy for autistic kids.”

Klaus and Dave shared a glance and Dave had to duck his head quickly to hide his smile.

“Yeah,” Klaus said slowly, “Sissy and Vanya have been busy with the… volunteering. Recently, in particular, they’ve both got very… busy. Together.”

Engrossed in his phone, Diego didn’t notice the knowing grin that passed between Klaus and Dave.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” Diego mused, “maybe it gives her too much power. Coming when she calls, I mean. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

“Don’t you mean get the right idea?” Klaus smirked.

“Shut up,” Diego scowled, “I’m not her lap dog.”

Klaus caught Dave’s gaze and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, these Straights,” he said with a mock exasperated sigh, “they have such complicated relationships.” He turned to Diego and levelled him a challenging look. “Seriously, brother mine, you need to let that girl peg the toxic masculinity right out of you. You might have a clearer perspective on the whole thing after you’ve let her fuck you ‘till your true bratty bottom personality starts showing. I bet you’d find it quite liberating to let her watch you shake apart while your ankles are in the air and your knees are up by your ears.”

Diego let out a strangled choking sound.

“But if you’re too much of a sissy to let a woman top you,” Klaus added, “I’d highly recommend levelling up and finding a nice guy to fuck you instead. Tits are nice and all that – but you just can’t beat a big, hard dick. So go find yourself one of them. Just not the one attached to him,” Klaus winked at Dave, “because that one’s spoken for.”

Dave grinned fondly, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t even know where to start with that,” Diego said with a grimace.

“Well,” Dave said evenly, “personally, I’d recommend starting with a bit of dry humping. Then, when you finally get your hands around it, you can start working it properly. Maybe fondle the balls a bit.”

“Dave!” Diego said shocked. “That’s… you… don’t say things like that.” He looked between Klaus and Dave, scandalised. “He’s having a bad effect on you, Dave.”

“He’s had an effect alright,” Dave said, catching Klaus’ eye, “a big, prominent, pointed effect.”

“Seriously, dude,” Diego grimaced, “I don’t want to hear this.”

“Oh, quit whining,” Klaus chuckled. “We all know you ship us hard.”

“So hard,” Dave added.

“So, very, very hard.” Klaus giggled. “As hard as we make each other.”

“Oh, dear god!” Diego cringed, covering his ears with his hands. “Mental images! Forcing their way into my brain. Cannot un-think!”

Klaus and Dave both laughed.

“Well, on that note, I’m off.” Diego patted himself down checking for his keys and started towards the door. “I’d rather be at Lila’s beck and call than listen to anymore of this. You reprobates stay safe now. And for God’s sake, don’t cum on anything, please!”

“Don’t worry,” Klaus called after him. “We swallow.”

“La-la-la! NOT LISTENING!” Diego called back, hands over his ears again as he left, the front door to the Academy clicking shut behind him.

Klaus caught Dave’s eye and Dave raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “So, shall we?”

And Klaus barked a laugh. “Hell, yes!” he said, pulling Dave to his feet.

They ran upstairs and stumbled down the corridor to Klaus’ room, laughing and kissing and fumbling, hands pulling off clothes and blindly knocking into furniture in their haste.

“Diego’s really going to appreciate the trail of discarded clothing leading to your room,” Dave smiled, glancing over Klaus’ shoulder.

“Don’t care,” Klaus breathed, his lips pressing kisses along Dave’s jaw. “To be honest, Grace will probably pick it all up before he sees anyway.” Dave��s eyes widened in panic, but Klaus took the lobe of Dave’s ear into his mouth and sucked, and Dave’s mind blanked. He shivered and Klaus grinned, grazing his teeth along the flesh.

The door to Klaus’ room was barely shut behind them before Klaus was sinking to his knees in front of Dave, hands scrambling to unbuckle his pants.

Dave rested his head back against the door and allowed Klaus to pull his pants and boxers down, but before Dave had chance to step out of them, Klaus was leaning forwards eagerly and taking Dave into his mouth.

Dave groaned, long and low, both his hands going to Klaus’ head, fingers carding through the unruly curls, fingernails raking slowly and seductively along the scalp. He then tugged gently, in just the way he knew Klaus loved and Klaus hummed in delight. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure through Dave and he sighed out Klaus’ name. Klaus hummed again, then started sucking and bobbing his head in earnest, his hands steadying Dave’s hips.

Dave closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake him. Klaus was setting a delicious rhythm, with just the right level of suction. His mouth was hot and wet and perfect. Dave could feel Klaus breathe out as he relaxed his throat and took Dave down deeper.

“Oh, Klaus…” Dave moaned, gently tugging on his hair again. “That’s so good.”

Klaus hummed again and, fighting the impulse to gag, took him down ever further.

“Oh, yes!” Dave sighed. “Oh Klaus, your mouth feels so good.” His brain fuzzy, the praises spilled off his lips, “Yes, oh you’re so good at that. It feels amazing. You feel amazing. You’re amazing.” Dave could feel the pressure building, the knot tightening. Klaus kept bobbing and sucking. “Oh yes, there, like that. Klaus! Oh yes, yes.”

Dave twitched his hips slightly and Klaus gave an almost imperceptible nod and squeezed his fingers, signalling that Dave could thrust forwards. Dave let out a strangled little sound and – ever so gently – started fucking Klaus’ mouth. Klaus moaned, his pupil’s blown and his chin wet.

Dave let out a low grunt and concentrated on the feeling of the tiny thrusts of his hips – the raw, decadent pleasure of pushing his cock into his partner’s willing mouth. The slightly strangled moans coming from Klaus were needy and wanton and desperate. The act felt so… base. So… primal. To Dave, it felt… unimaginably good.

Dave savoured the feeling, storing it away to be examined and replayed at another time, another place.

Klaus squeezed Dave’s hips again and then took him all the way down into his throat, swallowed, then hummed. And Dave felt the vibrations rumble through him in a heady wave. His fingers twitched and his hips bucked involuntarily.

Klaus chocked. Just a little. “Sorry, sorry,” Dave said, contrite. He only felt slightly guilty for the sudden rush that had surged through him at the sight and sound of Klaus choking on his cock.

Klaus hummed in response, picking up the pace of his bobbing, cheeks hollowed and his tongue working the underside. His thumb ran soothingly over Dave’s hipbone and even in his state of fuggy pleasure, Dave knew it was a sign of reassurance.

Half out of his mind with pleasure, Dave looked down and took in the sight of Klaus; cheeks hollowed, his lips stretched wide around Dave’s cock, the gentle sway of his wild curls as he bobbed his head. His eyelashes were dark fans over eyelids heavy from desire. Dave felt a proprietary surge of pleasure as he noticed the beginnings of dark streaks on the pale, delicate skin under Klaus’ bottom lashes, where the slight wetness around his eyes had caused his eyeliner to run.

Dave gave another low groan. He could feel himself tensing, his pleasure cresting. “Klaus!” he managed to grunt.

Klaus pulled back and off with a wet pop, a line of saliva still connecting them. He began fisting Dave’s length. He opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue and rested Dave’s tip on the wet, pink muscle. He looked up: open and willing and eager. Ready to be claimed, though Dave.

Eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust, Klaus gazed up at Dave through his lashes. And, staring down into Klaus’ eyes, Dave’s pleasure crested and his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal surge. He came undone, pulsing and releasing, thick creamy ropes of cum landing over Klaus’ tongue and his lips and his chin and his cheek. Klaus closed his eyes and took it, hand still working Dave’s shaft, helping him ride out his high. And Dave just kept cumming, all over his boyfriend’s face and tongue and a bit in his hair. And it felt so dirty, but also so brilliant. And his brain thrummed: mine, mine, mine…

Dave’s cock gave a final weak pulse and Klaus licked the small trickle of cum off the tip.

Dave looked down and blushed at the sight of Klaus on his knees before him, his cheeks flushed, chin wet, face splattered with cum and his hair sticking up wildly from where Dave had been gripping the dark curls.

“Oh, Klaus” he whispered reverently. And Klaus smiled and gently kissed the tip of Dave’s cock one last time before getting to his feet.

Dave’s thumb came up to Klaus’ bottom lip and smeared a spot of cum across the skin. Klaus’ tongue came out to taste it, but Dave leaned forwards quickly and caught Klaus’ lips in a kiss, tasting himself on Klaus’ skin and in the slow slide of their lips and tongues.

“So, I guess we didn’t do what Diego asked after all,” Dave smiled.

“Pretty sure he meant the sofas, or in the kitchen or something,” Klaus grinned. “I don’t think it counts if the thing you’re cumming on is me.” Dave groaned again. Then reached blindly, grabbed his discarded tee and lightly wiped the mess off Klaus’ face. Then he brought their faces close until the tips of their noses were touching and brushed them together in an Eskimo kiss.

Dave stepped forwards, trying to walk Klaus back to the bed but, forgetting about his pants still pooled around his ankles, he almost overbalanced. Klaus laughed and held his arms steady while Dave toed off his boots and socks and stepped out of his jeans. Klaus’ pants had been abandoned somewhere on the trip from the living room to Klaus’ bedroom.

Dave gently placed his hands on Klaus’ immaculate chest and walked him back to the bed, softly pushing him down onto his back. Klaus shuffled backwards, laying his head on the pillow. He was toned and sun-golden and glorious, his erection a prominent bulge tenting his underwear. He’s gorgeous, Dave thought. Completely gorgeous and all mine. And a thrill ran through him.

Dave got onto the bed and pulled Klaus’ underwear off. And then Klaus was spread out before him: standing big and stiff and proud. A meal Dave wanted to both devour all at once… and also savour for the rest of his life.

Dave crawled over Klaus, propping himself up on his forearms so he could bring their lips together again. Klaus sighed and ran one hand down Dave’s spine, resting the other on his backside and squeezing.

“Ass man,” Dave breathed into Klaus’ mouth.

“Bite me,” Klaus smiled back, and Dave caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nipped lightly. Klaus groaned and pushed his hips up against Dave.

Dave grinned and rolled them over. He slotted his leg between Klaus’, presenting his thigh for Klaus to ride. Klaus propped himself up on his arms and pushed his hips down, grinding his erection into Dave’s deliciously solid thigh. He breathed out a sigh and leaned down to continue their kiss, his hips pressing forwards rhythmically. Dave pushed his tongue into Klaus’ mouth and let the kiss get dirty, his hands kneading Klaus’ ass cheeks as Klaus humped his leg. The room was filled with the sound of Klaus panting and grunting and the dull thunk of the headboard against the wall as Klaus increased the pace and vigour of his rutting.

“Look at you,” Dave breathed, eyeing Klaus’ slack mouth and flushed cheeks, “just look at you. So beautiful.”

“Dave,” Klaus gritted out.

“Oh, is there something you need, sweetheart?” Dave teased.

“Yes,” Klaus panted, a little frustrated and desperate to get off.

Dave raised an eyebrow but made no other attempt to move.

“Oh,” Klaus whined, “Dav-uh!”

Dave grinned wickedly, “Maybe you should ask nicely?”

Klaus’ eyes went wide. For a heart stopping moment, Dave thought he might have gone too far, might have misread the vibe, might have killed the moment.

But then Klaus flushed, blinking rapidly, and whispered, “Dave, please.” Dave squeezed his ass cheeks again and Klaus whined and clamped his thighs around Dave’s leg, grinding his erection down harder. “Please,” he repeated in a small, broken voice, “please do something to get me off.” He brought his lips to Dave’s ear, so close Dave could feel his lips moving, and murmured, “please, Mr Katz…”

Dave swallowed hard. A rush of adrenaline, and also something else – something deeper and more primal – ran through him. He could feel the soft, warm weight of his partner, writhing and rutting against him. Needy and desperate. Needy, for him. Dave was suddenly overwhelmed by an instinctive, primal urge to give and please and protect and provide. Mine, Dave thought again. He’s mine.

Dave hooked his leg around Klaus’ and flipped them over. He pressed one final searing kiss to Klaus’ lips and then worked his way down Klaus’ body, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, his tongue flicking over the hardened nub of a nipple. He teasingly kissed his way down the faint trail of dark hairs that started just below his navel and ended at the base of Klaus’ cock.

Dave could feel Klaus breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. But rather than turning his attention to Klaus’ erection. Dave dipped his head lower, and pressed kisses and teasing licks into the delicate skin surrounding Klaus’ cock. He pressed his nose against Klaus’ balls, nuzzling them slightly, then opened his mouth and sucked as much as he could into his mouth, applying delicious pressure and working the skin with his tongue. Klaus whined above him. Dave repeated the action, then moved onto the other.

“Dave,” Klaus panted. “Dave, please.”

A thought started buzzing in Dave’s brain. It felt electric – live and shocking.

Without quite realising he’d done it, Dave made a decision. He felt wired and alive and empowered.

Dave smiled and rose onto his knees. His hands went to Klaus’ hips. “Roll over,” he said gently.

“What?” Klaus’ head came up, eyes slightly unfocussed.

“Come on,” Dave repeated quietly, “roll over.”

“Dave? What’re you…” Klaus looked confused.

“I want to try something,” Dave smiled. He felt a shy, nervous flutter in his stomach, but he swallowed, caught Klaus’ eye and gave a confident little nod.

Klaus held his gaze a moment, eyes wide, but then he obliged, rolling onto his front. Dave encouraged him to spread his legs and lift onto his knees and elbows. Dave sat back for a second and just took in the sight before him: his boyfriend bent over on his bed, flushed and hard and slightly bewildered, but presenting himself so beautifully for Dave. Dave licked his lips and smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

Klaus’ head hung between his arms and he craned around to look at Dave admiring him and – despite all his previous experience – he still felt a small spike of self-conscious embarrassment. He shifted and started to get up, “Dave, what’s… what’re you doing…?”

“Shhh,” Dave reassured, his hand rubbing soothing circles into Klaus’ lower back and encouraging him back down. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got this. I’ve got you.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes slightly but relaxed back down.

Dave positioned himself between Klaus’ legs and ran his hands over Klaus’ ass cheeks, endearingly pale against the tan of the rest of his skin. He gave the right one a quick pat and squeeze. Lowering his head slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss into the soft, fleshy centre of each cheek. Then, using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks apart, finally revealing Klaus’ pink, furled hole.

“Dave…?” He heard Klaus choke out.

Dave blew a soft stream of warm air onto Klaus’ little rosebud and watched as it clenched slightly.

Then, leaning forwards, he brought his face in close and slowly licked across Klaus’ tight hole.

“Fuck!” He heard Klaus exclaim.

Dave smiled and, tongue soft and wet and wide, he repeated the action.

“Oh, Dave! Oh, fuck!” Klaus panted again.

Dave pointed his tongue and flicked it up and down, and left to right, brushing it quickly over the delicate skin. Dave could feel Klaus’ hole fluttering under his tongue.

“Dave! Oh god, yes, oh yes!” Klaus panted. He shifted his hips and repositioned his arm to take his weight. He brought the other hand down to his cock, which was hanging thick and heavy and neglected between his legs. But before he could take hold of it, however, Dave caught his wrist and stopped him.

“Not yet,” he said. And his face was still so close to Klaus’ most private area that Klaus could feel the huff of air against his wet skin when Dave spoke.

Klaus shivered and groaned, but brought his elbow back down to the bed, resigning himself to the sweet torture.

Dave reapplied his tongue to Klaus’ hole and soon Klaus was panting and sighing and pushing back against him, needy whines and breathy little gasps escaping his throat.

Dave switched up the movement of his tongue from strong licks and fast little flicks, and instead covered Klaus’ hole with his lips and then sucked lightly.

Klaus groaned under him, pushing back, his legs trembling. “Oh, fuuuuuck!” he whimpered.

Dave gave the furled hole another slow lick, then pointed his tongue and – ever so slowly – pushed it against Klaus’ entrance. Klaus’ breath hitched. At first Klaus’ muscles resisted. But then, as Dave wiggled his tongue slightly, he felt the tight ring of muscles begin to relax, allowing him to push his tongue in slightly. Dave pressed his tongue forwards in tight circular motions, then slowly pulled back and pressed in again, fucking Klaus’ hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuuuuucck me!” Klaus wailed. “Fuck, Dave! Yes! Oh, fuck I need to cum!”

Dave could feel Klaus trembling under his hands, the erratic twitch of his hips, the desperate, broken edge to his voice.

“Please, Dave,” Klaus pleaded. “Please, please…”

And Dave, his face still buried in Klaus’ ass, finally reached around and gripped Klaus’ leaking erection and started pumping.

And Klaus keened. He was caught between thrusting his painfully hard cock forward into Dave’s fist and pressing back into the delicious wet flicks of Dave’s tongue against his quivering hole. He was so desperately, painfully hard; the desire to cum so strong. And the feeling of Dave finally touching his rock-hard cock was toe-curlingly amazing. And Dave’s tongue, pressing and licking and sucking him – there – was beyond amazing. And for Klaus, time seemed to be caught in one delicious, shining moment of wet, hot, hard, fast, urgent, pleasure, clenching, tensing… and then he was cumming. Hard.

Thick creamy ropes spurted onto the bed and over Dave’s fist and Dave could feel Klaus’ hole twitching and clenching under his tongue as his muscles spasmed in waves. And Klaus was moaning Dave’s name wildly… then breathlessly… then a little brokenly as his trembling legs gave way and he finally collapsed forwards onto the bed.

Dave moved up the bed and lay down on his side next to him. Carefully, he ran his fingers through Klaus’ hair, studying his face, his closed eyes, his blissed-out expression.

Klaus opened his eyes blearily and looked at Dave.

“Dave,” he whispered hoarsely. Dave smiled.

“Dave,” Klaus tried again, “That was just so… thank you. Just, wow! Like really. Wow. It was just… so…” he screwed up his face, trying to find the right words and failing, ending instead on just a low grunt of consonants. “Nngggh,” he finished.

Dave smiled, eyes fond and affectionate. “Well, if I’ve rendered you speechless, I guess it must have been okay,” he teased lightly. Klaus blinked. Dave brought his lips down and tenderly kissed Klaus’ forehead and whispered, “I’m glad you thought so. It felt pretty incredible to do it for you too.” Klaus hummed and his eyes drifted closed.

“Hey,” Dave squeezed his shoulder. “You should have a quick shower before you sleep.”

“Don’t wanna,” Klaus mumbled. “Tired and comfy and no energy.”

“Come on, up you get.” Dave encouraged. “You’re sticky and sweaty and smell like sex. You’re laying in the wet spot and you’ve got cum in your hair. Shower, now.”

Klaus groaned and with great effort pulled himself up and moved towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you coming?” Klaus asked in a small voice.

“You get in, I’ll be there in a sec,” Dave said. Klaus nodded and padded off.

Dave quickly stripped the bed and put on clean sheets from the cupboard where Grace kept the fresh linen. He bundled the dirty ones up and stuffed then in the laundry basket. He then went into the bathroom to join Klaus.

When they were showered and dry, Klaus in a pair of fluorescent briefs and Dave wearing clean boxers and a soft old tee from the stash of clothes he’d started leaving at the Academy, they crawled into bed. Klaus cuddled up to him and rested his head on Dave’s chest.

“Good call,” Klaus admitted, running his hands over the crisp sheets.

Dave hummed in response. Klaus closed his eyes, listening to the rumble of it against his ear.

“So, power kink, huh?” Klaus smiled into Dave’s chest.

“I guess so,” Dave replied. “Believe me, it took me by surprise a bit too.”

“It was good,” Klaus said. “Different. It looked good on you.” Klaus paused, then added, “I like the idea that we can switch stuff up like that sometimes.”

“Me too,” Dave found himself agreeing.

“You know,” Klaus said tentatively, “we could go further too.”

Dave traced the rim of Klaus’ ear with a fingertip.

“Yeah,” Dave said, feeling bold in the gathering darkness of the room. “Give and take, assertive and submissive, top and bottom… there’s so much we can try together. And that’s just power stuff. Then there’s… well, everything else as well.” He felt Klaus hum his agreement into the skin over his heart.

“You know,” Klaus said after a pause, “when we talked about this the other day, I thought we were going to start with some light fingering. But I guess I shouldn’t have underestimated you, Mr Katz. You just dived straight in tongue first.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Dave asked a little worriedly.

“Fuck no!” Klaus exclaimed. “I just didn’t think we’d start with rimming. I mean it’s not really the natural place to start.”

“Isn’t it?” Dave frowned. “To me, it kind of just felt right in the moment.”

“I’m glad you did,” Klaus insisted, “it was mind-blowing.”

Dave grimaced. “Promise you’re not teasing my technique?” He asked. “It’s the first thing I’ve done to you before you’ve done it to me first. I didn’t have any previous experience to work from.”

There was silence and Dave frowned and shifted to look down at Klaus’ face. He was surprised to find Klaus’ cheeks pink and his ears a little red.

“Klaus?” he asked, worried.

“You weren’t bad.” Klaus said quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just that, for once, I don’t really have anything to compare to either.” His eyes widened. “Not that I usually compare you with other people,” he said quickly. “I don’t do that. Just, with this, I don’t have a point of reference. So, all I can say is you blew my mind.”

Dave took a moment to process and then asked the obvious question. “Are you saying none of the people you’ve been with before have done that for you?”

“Um… yeah,” Klaus blushed – actually blushed – “yeah, I guess I am.”

Dave swallowed. “Because they didn’t want to? Or because you didn’t want them to?” He swallowed again. “Did I… I hope I didn’t… Klaus, did you want me to do that just now?”

Klaus shifted to press his face into the hollow of Dave’s neck, his nose nuzzling the base of his throat. “Dave,” he said seriously, “I wanted it. I wanted you to.” He paused. “Before now… nobody ever offered. It wasn’t particularly something that was on my radar. I was just happy for them to fuck me. Just that was okay. I didn’t feel like I was missing out or anything. But then you just… did that for me. Because you wanted to. I’ve never been with anyone who put me first like that before.”

Dave’s heart clenched and his chest felt tight. He wrapped his arms around Klaus’ small frame and buried his nose into the curls on the top of his head.

“Klaus” he murmured, “Klaus…”

“It’s okay,” he heard Klaus sigh into his neck, “you don’t need to say anything.”

Dave swallowed the lump in his throat and tightened his arms around Klaus. The warm weight of words that didn’t need to be said just yet, lying like a blanket over them as they held each other in the gathering darkness.

Finally, Dave broke the silence, “I don’t know whether I should be a little bit offended, you know? About not being complicated, I mean.” He grinned.

“What?” Klaus frowned, opening his eyes.

“That thing you said to Diego earlier, about his dynamic with Lila being complicated.”

“Oh,” Klaus settled back down. “That.” He paused then added. “You might play the deep, strong, silent type sometimes, Dave, but you’re not complicated. I mean, not complicated complicated.” Dave ran his fingers soothingly up and down Klaus’ arm. “It’s not like do you confusing things that I can’t work out. You’re easy.”

Dave laughed.

“I don’t mean easy.” Klaus corrected himself. “I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” Dave cut in. He pressed a kiss to the top of Klaus’ head. “You might be a chaotic, eccentric oddball at times, but to me, you’re easy, too.” Klaus huffed a small laugh against Dave’s chest.

“I love that we always seem to be on the same page about stuff,” Klaus said into the quiet stillness of the room.

“Yeah,” Dave agreed. “We click. Always have. And I suppose we trust each other too, so that helps.”

Klaus blinked and swallowed hard.

“We do click, don’t we?” His voice was small.

“Yes,” Dave said earnestly.

“This really is something special, isn’t it?” Klaus said, just as quietly. He wants confirmation, Dave thought. Despite all the bravado, he’s actually a little vulnerable and insecure and wants confirmation.

“Yes,” Dave said, giving him exactly what he needed. “For me, right from the very first moment, this just felt right.”

“For me too,” Klaus admitted softly.

Klaus rolled over and settled on his side, pulling Dave flush behind him; the big spoon to Klaus’ little spoon. Dave’s knees tucked into the crook of Klaus’ legs, his arm coming over, fingers interlacing and hands curled close to Klaus’ chest. Dave’s groin pressed against Klaus’ backside, but in this moment, Dave felt nothing more than tenderness and affection. He pressed a kiss to the back of Klaus’ neck, the spot right between his shoulders, and shifted slightly, snuggling them even closer.

“After everything,” Klaus mumbled into the pillow, voice drowsy and muffled slightly. “After all this time, and everything we’ve been through to get here.” He paused, let out a breath and then carried on. “It’s hard to believe that this is how it could be from now on.”

Dave thought back to how he used to feel about his relationship with Klaus – like his life had turned into a series of moments as precious… and delicate… and fragile as champagne flutes on a tray in the wind. He wondered when he had stopped feeling like the tiniest wrong move or misstep could bring his happiness crashing down in a shower of irreparable shards of shattered crystal.

“Believe it,” Dave replied, and Klaus sighed and relaxed further into his arms. Dave shut his eyes and held him close, his heart beating a rhythm against Klaus’ back: this, just this, just this, just this, just this…

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ladymatt · 5 years ago

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*A FIC YOU LOVE WITHOUT KNOWING THE SOURCE MATERIAL*

✨ Beyond The Sea by @lemonoclefox ✨

Never played BioShock but the underwater city of Rapture was brought to life so vividly here, that it didn’t matter!

*A FIC WITH A PREMISE THAT SHOULDN’T WORK BUT DOES*

✨ How Rare and Beautiful by @glorious-spoon ✨

Having 'our' Malec appear to TWI's Magnus worked wonderfully, thanks to some very clever writing!

* A FIC YOU’VE RE-READ SEVERAL TIMES*

✨ Best Laid Plans by @superficialpeasant ✨

I'll always come back to this DEEPLY satisfying story of intrigue, authority, prejudice, support - and my favourite depiction of bad-ass, hot-as-hell Malec!

*A FIC YOU STILL REMEMBER YEARS LATER*

✨ Home by @otppurefuckingmagic ✨

I read this gem three years ago now, but I still remember the chills I got when the emotional build-up led to a twist that blind-sided me - in the best of ways!

*A COMFORT FIC*

✨ Higher Than The Big Trees by @carmenlire ✨

Getting updates for this lengthy tale, knowing it was only ever going to hit new heights of happiness each time, makes this a real heart-warmer!

*A CATHARTIC FIC*

✨Good Intentions by @alittlebriton ✨

There was only ever one contender for this - an alternative take on what happens after Malec's 3x18 break-up - because chapter 4 had me punching the air over both of them venting their shit!

*A FIC YOU’D PRINT AND PUT ON YOUR BOOKSHELF*

✨ Of Splendour In The Grass by @lecrit ✨

Prejudice, poetry, pining and period Malec, was captured so beautifully here that it deserves to be bound and displayed in pride of place imo!

*A FIC YOU ASSOCIATE WITH A SONG*

✨ Appassionato by @chonideno ✨

Thanks to this fic, I can't hear Liszt's Liebestrume No. 3 in A flat without thinking of Alec hitting all the right notes with his music-loving neighbour!

*A FIC THAT INSPIRES YOU*

✨Thousands Upon Thousands Made An Ocean by @ohlafraise✨

This emotional fic was a lesson in how to have a story pack a punch into less than 800 well-chosen words! Still hurts, even now!

*A FIC THAT BROUGHT YOU ON BOARD A NEW SHIP*

✨Lasă-mă să stau (Let Me Stay) by @superficialpeasant ✨

An absorbing one-shot relating to the writer’s Best Laid Plans fic, this unexpectedly charming love story between Underhill and Hawkstorm (HawkHill) is the canon I will cling to!

*A FIC YOU WISH COULD BE A MOVIE*

✨ A Dream Of Peace by @ketzwrites ✨

There are some fics too epic in scale and splendour for mere imagination to do them justice, and this historical tale of kingdoms and knights deserves to be watched in technicolor glory!

*A FIC THAT LED TO YOU MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE AUTHOR*

✨ Brooklyn Magic by @the-burning-tiger ✨

I've met so many through their work, but I'm singling out the brilliant,Tigs, here because of our ridiculous descent into poetical exchanges in the latter chapters of this fic - one of my earliest Malec reads! Sending cwtches, T! X

*FREE SPACE - A FIC THAT’S WORTH WAITING FOREVER FOR TO GET AN UPDATE - IT’S THAT GOOD!*

✨Working Hard/Hardly Working by @irisadler (on AO3) & @stupidnephilimlove ✨

I'm currently re-reading this sexually-charged getting-to-REALLY-know-you fic which includes relatable temptation, brilliant humour & a soft, sweet centre - believe it or not! Perfect title, btw!

*A FIC YOU’VE GUSHED ABOUT IN REAL LIFE*

✨Your Name For A Capital by @the-prophet-lemonade✨

This time-travelling tale of repeated love and loss was both rich in detail about Magnus' past and devastatingly bittersweet about what lay ahead in Magnus' future! His heartache made me cry!

*A FIC YOU ASSOCIATE WITH A PLACE*

✨Two Halves Of The End Of The World by @la-muerta✨

Batavia was finally brought to life for me, thanks to @tethysea's enviable talent for world-building, with all the scenic detail and historical references that help enrich the story itself!

*A FIC THAT MADE YOU GASP OUT LOUD*

✨The Right Kind Of Love by @onyxmoon (on AO3)✨

I thought the 'betrayal' at the beginning of this fic was hard to take, but Magnus dealing with the aftermath and his own insecurities was even tougher! Malec learning to communicate is always a balm though!

*A FIC YOU FOUND AT THE RIGHT TIME*

✨Free Of Charge by @lorenzobane✨

Magnus being appreciated and protected by his dedicated and devoted Shadowhunter in this short but seriously sweet fic was precisely what I needed after S1!

*A FIC THAT YOU WOULD READ FIC OF*

✨Lead The Way by @clockworkswans✨

Like a black hole, this Doctor/Companion AU sucked me in, and just like the Tenth Doctor, I didn't want to leave! Such a moving and fantastical journey - I'd love to hear more of their adventures!

*A FIC THAT MADE YOU LAUGH OUT LOUD*

✨Don’t You Wanna Stay by @AlxSteele (on AO3)✨

Enemies to Lovers is a fave trope of mine, and when the stubborn denial and seething dislike is burned away with sexy humour and telling gestures, as in this gem, it's great fun to read!

*A FIC WITH A LINE OR TWO YOU’VE MEMORISED BY HEART*

✨You Who Have Come From My Old Country by @poemsfromthealley✨

"Even so, Magnus loved him, loved him, loved him" - very few writers could persuade me to endure a Malec fic that tells of unbearable loss and suffering - but the touching celebration of their legacy is what I take away from this!

*A FIC THAT GAVE YOU BUTTERFLIES*

✨Body Of Memory by @glorious-spoon✨

This memorable fic about amnesia effectively had S1 Alec being confronted with S3 Alec's reality - and I STILL feel Magnus' fear and Alec's confusion in my bones!

*A FIC THAT EMBODIES SOMETHING YOU VALUE IN LIFE*

✨ Magnus Bane’s School For Young Warlocks by @Miasunrise (on AO3)✨

Alec doing whatever it takes to protect his children is definitely something I can relate to, and this cleverly-crafted fic of finding new family gives depth and character to Max and Raphael!

*A FAVOURITE AU*

✨Walkers Of The Winding Path by @poemsfromthealley

The bewitching combination of mythical monsters, supernatural hunters and this writer’s distinctive way with words means I'm completely under this story's spell! I'll walk this path many times, I think!

*A FIC YOU STAYED UP TOO LATE TO FINISH READING*

✨My Body Is A Cage by @unrestrainedlyexcessive✨

This was me dipping my toe into an AU I wasn't convinced I'd enjoy, but thanks to this writer’s compellingly-quirky storytelling, I couldn't rest before knowing what befell these fated lovers!

*A FIC THAT MADE YOU FEEL SEEN*

✨Beautiful Distraction by @unending-happiness✨

Who better to colour my bespoke fic with every shade of me there is, than my parabatai, Brit! Welcome to my favourite pairing - Malec & Pandemonium! LY, B! ❤😘

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#MyPosts #FicRecBingo #Full card achieved!#Spoilt for choice really!#Malec #FicRec #lightveils #WriterAppreciation #It's important

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eastertag · 5 years ago

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@cookidoughlilac gift for @photowizard17

Easter 2020 TAG prompts

Prompt 1: The boys painting Easter eggs

Every so often, the world would come to its senses and not try anything dangerous. When this happened, the boys would sigh a breath a relief and would find activities to do as a family.

This time, their break occurred around Easter. The sun outside was shining and warm, the pool was cool and inviting, and the boys were out on the patio, sat around a garden table with eggs in front of them. There were various little pots of paint placed in the centre of the table, with plenty of brushes of varying sizes ready to be used.

Despite all the preparation, there was still one thing missing.

“Where’s dad? Is he coming out to paint Easter eggs with us?” Gordon piped up, twisting around in his seat to look for the man in question.

“Dad said he’ll be out in a minute,” Scott explained, picking up his egg and examining it carefully, “he said he’s changing into a cooler shirt.”

“Which shirt?” Gordon asked suspiciously, “Not the flamingo one, right?”

“What’s so bad about the flamingo one? I thought you liked all of those weird patterns.” Alan quipped, grinning as he gestured to the Hawaiian design his brother was wearing.

“My shirt is fashionable I’ll have you know. Dad’s shirt looks like something from the previous century. Ya know, the 1960s, or somewhere around that time.”

“I wouldn’t call your sense of style fashionable…” Scott sighed, glancing across the table to his younger siblings, “More of a fashion disaster…”

This quip earnt several good-humoured sniggers from Virgil, John and Alan. Scott, in true oldest brother fashion, simply grinned at Gordon – his own way of saying he’d won that fair and square. In response, Gordon crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head a little.

“Would someone care to explain why Gordon has the face of an unhappy guppy?”

The brothers all spun around in their seats, instantly with bright smiles on their faces as their father walked over to the table they were all sat at. Just as predicted (or feared, if you were Gordon), Jeff sported his flamingo shirt and eased himself into a plastic chair at the head of the garden table.

“Now that I’m here, how about we start? What will you boys paint on your eggs, hm?” Jeff asked, looking to his five sons with pride and warmth.

“I’m gonna paint 3’s launch!” Alan beamed, dipping his paintbrush into the red paint closest to him.

“I’m thinking of painting the sea and the horizon, at sunset.” Gordon grinned, “Sunset is the best over the water.”

“That’s true, sunset is good,” John nodded in agreement, “But you can’t deny that seeing Earth below you is just as mesmerising. I’ll be painting that.”

“You could paint that in your sleep!” Gordon teased, “Will there be a tiny Global One on your egg as well?”

“Global One is not that close, Gordon.” Alan explained seriously before breaking into a cheeky smirk, “If it were, Captain O’Bannon would be over way more often!”

“What’s this?” Jeff asked curiously, looking between his sons.

“Oh, just John’s girlfriend—” Gordon and Alan began, grins so wide Jeff momentarily wondered if they had been replaced by Cheshire cats.

“Ridley is not my girlfriend…” John interjected with a little sigh.

“…yet!” Virgil teased, earning a glare from John, “What? All I’m saying is that it’s painfully obvious you both like each other, you might as well, what’s the phrase? Live long and get some.”

The boys at the table broke out into a thunderous laugh as John rested his head against the table in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Gordon was laughing so hard he had to wipe a tear from his eye, and Scott dissolved into hiccups from his laughter.

In the end, though, eggs were painted; each egg beautiful, intricate, and unmistakeably unique. Jeff had fashioned a six-cup egg holder to put on his desk, and each of his son’s eggs was carefully placed inside, alongside his own.

Alan had painted Thunderbird 3 during launch, the bright red against the dark greys of the hanger, with a white plumage of smoke lining the bottom of his egg.

Gordon’s sunset egg was warm in colour, with the rich blues rippling around the egg. Virgil had helped create a rippling water effect, and it made the sunset even more stunning.

John’s Earth-from-space egg was painted completely black, except for the blue-green marble on one side of the egg. It was simple yet elegant and executed to perfection.

Virgil’s egg had the image of a piano surrounded by music notes on a completely white background. It was comforting for Jeff to know that Virgil still played after all of these years. He could still remember the tiny son playing for the family whenever they were at the ranch.

Scott had painted the clouds and the sky. It was, after all, where he had wanted to be ever since he was little. In a way, it amused Jeff how Scott was still as enthusiastic about the sky as when he was just a small boy. He was ambitious, and his hard work had paid off.

Jeff’s, by comparison, was fairly plain. On his egg was the villa with a backdrop of the jungle. It was home, and that’s where he was. Home, with his mother, sons and the people around he considered family. That was his egg, and that was the way he wanted to live for the rest of his life. With his family.

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Prompt 2: Virgil angst

“There are 10 things you need to know.”

Scott tensed as he heard his younger brother’s grumbling voice from behind. If the sound of a voice could kill, Scott would be 6 feet under. He practically trembled as he turned on his heel, looking into the eyes of his plaid draped sibling.

“Virgil, wait, please. I can explain -”

“Number 1. I have been out all morning, up since before dawn to help those poor people in that mudslide rescue.”

“I know you were out this morning Virgil, I helped John monitor the end of the rescue after I got up.” Scott pleaded. He could tell his brother was seething just by the tone in his voice. One short intake a breath, then he could continue to try to reason with his brother. Only, Virgil had other ideas.

“Number 2. It was pouring down the entire time I was on that rescue, and I came back covered head to toe in mud. I was caked in it. It’s taken me the better part of an hour to scrub it all off!”

One breath and one step backwards – Scott was the oldest, after all, so he knew the best ways to try to calm his brother down. Virgil took a step towards Scott, not wanting to let his older brother escape before he was through with him.

“Number 3. As the main pilot of Thunderbird 2, I now have the duty of cleaning all the muck and filth out of my ship. You know, on the in case I’m called out again. I have to make sure my girl looks presentable at all times.”

“If you need help with cleaning, we can help you with that. That’s not an -”

“Number 4.”

“Virgil -”

“Number 4, Scott. We almost lost children today. But we have a duty of care to everyone, so I risked moving our position to make sure I could get them safely, whilst putting my life on the line.”

Scott needed to tread carefully. Virgil never was the angry brother, but when he was, hell could freeze over. If he said the wrong thing, his chances at landing in their medical bay with a broken nose would be high.

“Virgil, if I had known -”

“Number 5. When I got back to the island, when I had landed safely, everyone was still either asleep or relaxing. But I won’t get to relax today, not when I have already been up, and probably will have to be up until I pass out in the vague direction of my room later on tonight. Hell, maybe even tomorrow morning.”

The dance Scott found himself in with Virgil annoyed him the most. Every time he took a step back, his brother would step forward. Scott knew he deserved this, but getting chewed out by his closest friend still stung.

“Number 6. A proper breakfast consists of something sustainable, like toast, or cereal. You did not eat a sustainable breakfast.”

Scott groaned, frustrated. First his crime against Virgil, and now he was getting chewed out about his eating habits.

“Virgil, I know perfectly well what a good breakfast is but -”

“Number 7. Stop interrupting me with your excuses. They’re not working.”

Scott shifted, moving backwards and felt the legs of their father’s desk. He gulped quietly, knowing that he was not going to be able to move much further.

“Number 8. We have a policy in this house that we don’t take what doesn’t belong to us.”

“I know, but it was left on the side and I thought it was mine -”

“Number 9. These little treats only come once a year for us. We sure as hell deserve them, especially after horrible rescues like these.”

By this point, Virgil had trapped Scott between himself, and their father’s desk. Scott was practically bending back over it, still trying his best to create space that simply wasn’t there.

“Number 10.” Virgil hissed, leaning to Scott’s ear, “You don’t go near my Thorntons again, or I will make sure Grandma makes you her food creation test subject.”

With that, Virgil swiftly stood straight again, glaring down at his terrified older brother.

“You get me?”

Scott simply nodded and Virgil stepped back, letting his brother escape. He smirked to himself.

That’ll teach Scott not to eat the Easter eggs that didn’t belong to him.

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Prompt 3: Someone finds an uninjured bunny on a rescue

“Once I’ve checked the perimeter to ensure there’s nobody else to move to the safety zone, you’ll be free to start heading back, Thunderbird Shadow.”

“Copy that, Thunderbird 1. Just shout if you need me for anything else.”

With that, Kayo headed back over to her craft, leaning against the legs to catch her breath and mull over the rescue in her head. They were lucky in a way; this rescue was considered easy for them. A textbook rescue with a textbook way of dealing with it – that is if there ever was a textbook written on what they did. The people were safe and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

Kayo watched the people in the safety zone with a smile. Despite the horror they had all been through, families were sitting with each other, children were playing together, and various older folk were exchanging stories about their children who had long since grown up and flown the nest. It showed just how resilient people could be.

“Thunderbird 1 to Thunderbird Shadow.” Scott called, looking down from his craft as he circled high above the safety zone, “All town residents have been accounted for. You’re free to head back whilst Virgil and I get these people to the next town over.”

“Alright Scott,” Kayo answered with a wave, “I’ll see you when you get back.”

She climbed into her ship, relaxing into the pilot seat just enough as she started up the engines. With a few practised motions, pre-flight checks were completed, and within minutes Kayo had taken to the skies, soaring high above the safety zone as she began the journey back to the island.

Kayo knew she was going to arrive at least an hour before Virgil or Scott did. Although she was tired, her brain still whirled into motion, coming up with potential ways to spend that free hour.

Perhaps a hot bath was in order. Kayo was fully aware of how her muscles ached. What better way was there to relieve the stress built up than soaking herself in a rose bubble bath? Nobody would distract her unless there was another rescue call that came in.

Then again, Kayo was hungry. Being a member of an elite rescue group meant that sometimes meals would be skipped. And Kayo had had to forgo lunch to suit up. It was unlikely that anyone would be using the kitchen at this hour, which meant she could make herself something edible.

Or maybe, just maybe, she could go and sunbathe on a pool floatie until Scott needed to land. The peace that was floating on the water, with the clouds, the sea on the horizon, and the setting sun was quite possibly one of the best things in the world she could imagine. Nothing would ever come close to being as breath-taking.

Kayo was brought out of her half daydream when a brown fluff jumped over her shoulder and onto her console. Within a second, her craft was plummeting out of the sky, with Kayo frantically trying to regain control. The brown fluff, frightened by the sudden falling sensation, bounced around and ended up on Kayo’s shoulder again, screaming into her ear.

It took Kayo several seconds of fast thinking to right her falling ship. The screaming fluff on her shoulder settled after it realised the imminent danger was over and took to nibbling on her hair.

Kayo couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Of all the crafts that could gain a stowaway in the form of a small brown bunny, of course, it had to be hers.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds tos #Scott Tracy #kayo kyrano #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #John Tracy #alan tracy #jeff tracy #EasterTAG #submission

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until-theend-oftheline · 5 years ago

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Kari’s MCU Summer Writing Challenge

Hi y’all. Summer is finally here so it’s time for a challenge. I chose to use a few different types of prompts this time. There are 15 word prompts, 15 songs and 15 dialogue prompts. You have to use your prompt. So if you pick a song or a word it’s not enough to mention it. You have to somehow focus the fic around the lyrics (you don’t have to quote them but use the theme) or the dialogue/word prompt. You only have to pick one prompt per fic and one pairing off the list. I hope you wanna play and have some fun with me this summer :D

Due Date: August 3rd, 2019

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 6k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or the beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry.

Fandom: MCU - mostly

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/Daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No half animal anything, please. No mobster aus. No monster porn (this counts Venom and Hulk) No glorification on cheating (it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask,

NO BDSM INVOLVING BUCKY - NEITHER IN SHIPS OR READER INSERTS! PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL OF HIS PTSD! DON’T TURN HIS ARM INTO A KINK FOR ANYONE - IT’S A DISABILITY AND CONNECTED TO GREAT TRAUMA.

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Summer Writing Challenge. And use the # Kari’s Summer Writing Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case Tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vuVYEHmpvOPtIa5X50d3VC9MOa-cPKWuSr2D33cVg8U/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Then you go to this doc to sign up: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ll0w6MiJmS36RiYfEv8o03ICrRUyaG2xYM4szj7d4e0/edit?usp=sharing

If you got any problems let me know and I will sign you up manually. Any questions are welcomed via asks as well.

Prompts and pairings are under the cut.

Pairings

No male readers - gender neutral are fine otherwise female.

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

All genders, skin tones etc. OCs are welcome as well.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which (I prefer romantic or friendship but no pressure):

Actors

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Bradley Cooper

Chris Hemsworth

Robert Downey Jr.

Tom Hiddleston

Elizabeth Olsen

Tom Hardy

Characters

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Wade Wilson

Eddie Brock (no monster porn please!)*

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Stucky

Winterwitch

Winterwidow

Winterhawk

Winterfalcon

Sam x Clint (I don’t know their ship name)

Clintasha

Steggy

Thundershield

Thor x Valkyrie (also forgot the ship name)

Activity and word prompts

1 Heatwave

2 Barbeque

3 Camping

4 Bonfire

5 Stargazing

6 Skinny dipping

7 Painting the house

8 Breakfast on the roof

9 Sunburn

10 Water Fight

11 A/C broken

12 Hot summer night

13 Summer Rain

14 Thunderstorm

15 Icecream

Song Prompts:

16 Bonfire Hearts - James Blunt

17 Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

18 Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

19 Night Moves - Bob Seger

20 California Girls - Beach Boys

21 Long Hot Summer - Keith Urban

22 Sangria - Blake Shelton

23 Toes - Zac Brown Band

24 Malibu - Miley Cyrus

25 Drops of Jupiter - Train

26 The Script - Breakeven

27 Roses - The Chainsmokers

28 Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay

29 Avicii - Wake Me Up

30 Best Day of My Life - American Authors

Dialogue Prompts:

31 “What do you want me to do? Battle a shark and swim to shore?”

32 “I need a hug but I’m so hot I don’t want anyone to touch me!”

33 “The summer sun is not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belong in the rain”

34 “You’re hot!” “I know” “Not what I meant dumbass”

35 “I never thought I’d say this but put on a shirt before you burn

36 “I told you I’d save you a seat in hell”

37 “That’s not what I meant when I said we should have a bonfire!”

38 “Are you seriously going for a run in this heat?”

39 “If you throw me in I’ll kill you!”

40 “I think I am about to spontaneously combust”

41 “Ohmygod is that rain ever gonna stop?”

42 “Dude! That’s not what ice cubes are for!”

43 “Was that an explosion or thunder?”

44 “I think the surfboard just tried to kill me.”

45 “I always wanted a beach wedding”

@ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off @captain-rogers-beard @dolphinpink310 @grace-for-sale @docharleythegeekqueen @rebelslicious @thorne93 @hillywooddestiel @peterman-parker @queen-of-deans-booty @acreativelydifferentlove @avengerscompound @blacktithe7 @becs-bunker @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @cassiefanfic @readitandweepfics @kayla-of-shield @fangirlextraordinaire @thatfanficstuff @danijimenezv @hopes-archer @marvelentertainment_madam08 @averyrogers83 @thelookingglassalice @slowlywithfreedom

@awkwardfangirl2014 @dottirose

@softlybarnes @kentuckybarnes @jewels2876 @barnesrogersvstheworld @evanstarff @evansrogerskitten @sebs-potato

#mcu challenge #challenge #writing challenge #kari's summer writing challenge

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wackygoofball · 6 years ago

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Can you tell us why you’re so positive? I’m having a hard time imagining any positive scenario with Jaime being dead now but I wasn’t wondering what you’re hoping for in the last episode that we can hope for

Well, my positivity comes from the very fact that no matter what, I have an awesome fandom experience. I made the most amazing friends with whom I now share connections reaching beyond the shipping material of my choice, JB. I’ve had and continue to have illuminating and interesting discussions, share in crazy theories, make fun edits and enjoy my wacky life. I never had that until I was guided to the beacon of hope of the JB fandom, and now that I am a part of it, I wouldn’t want to miss a single thing.

So I don’t really see why I would be feeling negatively? Why I would lose all hope, fall into despair, curl in on myself ino a tiny wacky ball, and never dip my toes into the JB fandom again… I can’t see it because I have those things and literally no one other than myself can take them away from me again.

It’s actually the exact opposite for me. I may have come to the fandom because of JB, but I stayed for the whole package. I stayed for the social and emotional connections I made with fellow shippers. I stayed for the debates, not just about JB but all kinds of things. I stayed for the fun and the fanfic, for the gift challenges and roundrobins, for the fanvids and latenight chats.

And so I continue to stay for my friends, I continue to stay for what we canonically have and what can otherwise be explored within the realms of fanon, fanfiction, fanart, and the like.

Because, to me, being part of the JB fandom grew to be so much more than being a fan of Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth, it was becoming a part of a community I don’t want to lose ever again.

But now, I guess your question is more aimed towards what gives me hope for show *canon* turning out satisfactory for JB in any so such way, considering the current… brick odds. Since that post turned out longer than it should (it’s currently 3.00 a.m. and I should be sleeping… so please excuse additonal rambling), I will put this below the cut:

I mean… let’s go through the scenarios from worst case to best case (at least some, there are too many variants to list, really), but for the sake of the argument, let’s roll with the following selection:

1) Even if show canon now ends with Jaime having died last episode and that being the end of it, I have all the opportunity in the world to read and write fix it fanfic and theorize about those what ifs canon would then have left unexplored. So I don’t see why I would be angsting about it. I’ve been to other fandoms before, I shipped pairings I either knew would never become canon or was iffed about when they did not. However, that then leaves me with the sometimes hard but productive task of going back over my earlier theories and see where I went wrong, perhaps, in my analyses to draw the wrong conclusions, where I may have led my shipper goggles distort the source material too much. That can be a kind of painful experience, but it can also be greatly rewarding as it can help me sharpen my views for future analyses of other source materials I may come to enjoy. However, even if we stick to the in-canon expectations here. JB have made love to each other, more than once. They had a beautiful journey together and unless Bran sets it all back in time and we start over somewhere else, no one can take that away from us ever again. And that is amazing.

2) A more hopeful scenario: Jaime still stays dead but either through Tyrion or Bran we at least get the in-canon acknowledgement that Jaime *was* in love with Brienne and also went off to King’s Landing to protect her. Imagine, for instance, a scenario whereby he was being told that Brienne bears his child now. Jaime may have felt like he was a danger to that child (considering the Bronn situation) and/or may have found himself unworthy of that kind of life and may have wished to remove himself from the equation. He may even have been pushed into it by Bran in a number of ways. That would at least give us some kind of closure. It may stil hurt as hell, but the one thing that lies in the air in the narrative at present is that neither Jaime nor Tyrion, in any fashion, addressed his relationship with Brienne. Tyrion didn’t even bring it up during their conversation in the tent, which I would have fully expected as the show bothered to have Tyrion in the know about Jaime’s relationship with Brienne. Why didn’t he ask him something along the lines of “Why do you want to die with Cersei now? You had something good there with Brienne, it made you happy. Why did you just leave that behind?” But no such conversaion took place. Why? I don’t know. I remain puzzled about it. And that is where I am curious to know whether there is something else to that other than “we didn’t have the time to address that” or “we forgot/didn’t bother” storytelling-wise.

3) Jaime may still die but he is not dead as per status of episode 5. He will die of the injuries, but not until Brienne held him in her arms (”to die in the arms of the woman I love” as opposed to holding his sister in what I truly found a way of him acting like a brother to her who was trying to console a hysteric woman who knew she was close to dying and became younger and younger inside her mind the deeper they went). Still all the more tragic, still would suck ass for Brienne as she would have the Renly scenario almost exactly as before, but she held Jaime before he died. They made love before that. So this may at least be the acknowledgement that by the end of the day, Jaime and she had something true, but that circumstances kept them apart and that Jaime would have liked to stay with her in another life, if only life hadn’t made him make certain choices that led down this road.

Now we dig into the really more hopeful scenarios that suggest he is not dead. There are reasons that support this thesis (I don’t call authority to them as, per Occam’s razor, the simplest solutions are ofentimes those that hold the greatest truth). So again, I am not holding my breath for any of those options, all that is to say is that the options *exist*. That is not to fall into hopeful hyping, only to be disappointed if it does not come around, but plainly pointing out arguments that support the thesis.

Reasons that may be used in support of the hypothesis:

a) the show’s really outdone itself to stick a letter to Jaime’s back reading “dead man walking”: Brienne assumed he’d ride to KL to die with his sister, Tyrion said he’d die, Jaime said he’d die, Euron said he’s the one who killed Jaime Lannister, Cersei saw his wounds and kind of implied “you ded”, and then bricks ex machina. Like. Say it one time, foreshadowing, perhaps. Say it two times to make sure. But 4 fuckin’ times is like beating us with a stick.

b) This show has had characters survive despite greater injuries, and now I am not even pointing to Jonesus or Daenerys being fireproof in the show. Remember how Arya got stabbed repeatedly, fell into the water and bled out fast and still she did fine and later on did parkour with the Waif and killed her? Good times. Jon, even after the Julius Caesar stabbination, had it a lot of times when he he should have been dead of injuries and/or pneumonia (see Suicide Squad Beyond the Wall). Arya had buildings drop on her and fire spew at her the whole episode and she got the pale horse showing he the way out (I still hope the horse is Jaqen H’ghar). Tyrion had a ship’s mast drop on him and he did not die. List goes on and on and on. Also, Euron brought a long ice pick to a sword fight. Dude may have missed some major arteries, is all I’m saying.

c) Speaking of injuries, what was the point of having him gravely injured, for what looked and sounded like at least 1 collapsed lung and his kidneys likely looking like a pincushion? The guy still made it all the way up to the map room and then all the way down again without breaking down just once. While Cersei had a sudden unexpected surge of caring for the dude she sent an assassin after not long ago (seriously, let’s never forget that tidbit), the blood on his shirt was not as much as I would have expected from the injuries he’s received. But more to the point: Why have him so gravely injured if the upshot was, all along, he gets there, they get trapped, and then they die together. Why go through the lengths of having Jaime so greatly injured if there is no pay off for him dying of those injuries? Why is it then death by bricks? Why the overkill? I find it odd, is all.

d) There was no single verbal or otherwise recognition by either Jaime or Tyrion about the JB relationship. There was no “tell her I am sorry” or “Could you send her a raven on my behalf?” Nothing. They didn’t even mention her.

e) Jaime seemed awfully jumpy with his reasoning for being there. First he says the odds are even and Cersei may win, implying that he’d want to support Cersei against Daenerys in some way, or rather, keep damage at a minimum by trying to ensure his sister doesn’t pull anything that puts the people in danger. Then Tyrion goes on about how Daenerys will win and Cersei will die. Jaime switches back to Tyrion’s (and Brienne’s) suggestion of him wanting to die by Cersei’s side, which is contrary to his first statement. Then Tyrion points to the people. He says he doesn’t care. Which directly contradicts what he did to save the people of King’s Landing when he slew Aerys. For the sake of that argument, let’s just never forget that Jaime Lannister is one of those characters who builds on “say one thing, mean the other” many, many times. Why am I to assume that there is no hint of that in this cryptic converstaion he’s having with his brother?

f) Why does Tyrion try to get a promise out of Jaime to get Cersei and himself out of KL with the boat? Why does he make him swear? Shouldn’t pointing out the opportunity be enough to convince Jaime to go with it?

g) Others have theorized about it before, I also came back to it. There still is the BATB trope that JB have been following *a lot*. And by that I mean their trajectories were largely reliant on it. Now of course, just because characters are inspired by a trope doesn’t mean the author/writer is obligated to continue it till the very end, but it’s odd how we’ve been following almost all beats, only to stop at what would now be the fakeout death of Beast for Beast to be reborn.

h) Outside of what’s going on within the show’s narrative - NCW’s been all kinds of excited about his arc in season 8, and he’s expressed frustration before, which nearly always related to Jaime staying with his sister for longer than is necessary. This scenario, as it stands right now… does that sound like something NCW would be totally hyped about? I don’t really know. Also, the guy’s been seemingly gagged by HBO in some basement full of free T-shirts since there are no goodbye interviews as we have seen them for Conleth, Pilou and Lena. We only got a couple of instagram posts, but other than that? Am I the only one getting the “Jon Snow is totally dead, guys!” vibes? Perhaps to throw us off, but again, it is something that would support the hypothesis.

i) While we now got a MUCH darker Daenerys *ahem*, and it may well be that she will be wiped off the slate next episode, but that’s another topic… isn’t it AWFULLY neat how that basically removed “all the bad guys” from the narrative? Gregor dead, Euron dead, Qyburn dead, Cersei dead (furthermore, look at all the other baddies we put in the ground, and even those with redemption like Theon are now biting the dust). And then we have Jaime. A character who’s been hated by most for what he did to Bran and for the incesting, a character who continued to be hated by many parts of the viewership based on that, no matter the deeds he did thereafter. The point being, it seems awfully convenient if all the “good guys” lived and all the “bad guys” of varying degrees were to die. GRRM aimed for that bit of dramatic fantasy realism where we have morally gray characters, some grayer than others. Odd enough that this would leave much of the so-perceived morally more or less sound members of the clan right where they are. If I were writing such a thing, I’d keep some of those ambivalent characters, if only to show that the good vs. bad dichotomy does not hold in the real world and that in the real world, sometimes, do not only good guys die but also not-always-good-guys live.

j) What was Jaime’s plan? While he came back to “I am the stupidest Lannister”, Jaime is… not. He outsmarted Tyrion in terms of battle tactics. He is a gifted commander. He certainly is not as dumb as Cersei claimed him to be as she herself was not always the brightest pebble with an evil T’Pol haircut. He’s covered his hand with the glove when he rode away from King’s Landing at the end of season 7. He covered it again until he came back into King’s Landing and then took it off, for what it seems in the hope to use it as a VIP card to get the soldiers’ attention and thus entry into the Red Keep. That means he was in possession of the glove by the time he was captured by Daenerys’s forces. Why would he not wear it, then? Did he want to be caught? Why would he? Was he told by someone with the power of foresight that he needed to be there, that he needed to learn what signal was to be given (the bells) in order to give order to have them ring? We don’t know if he gave the order, but it’s not unlikely. Did he have a plan he didn’t let on even in front of his brother? Was there information Jaime protected and was that the reason why he seemed somewhat off? Who knows. Only the next episode will tell.

k) We are still due some kind of a reaction from Brienne.

l) Where the fuck is Widow’s Wail?

m) Why did the show bother giving us JB making love and playing house if the entire idea was to have him run back to his sister and just die by bricks? Why wait with this till the very last episode, to make it, for all it seems, the literal FINAL big bang of the series?

n) There is something to be said about how realism is not just “everyone dies and all is terrible”. Right now… everything is. We are in worst case scenario land for basically everyone. Jon became complicit in a mass murder, he could not prevent what Jaime did when he slew Aerys before he could nuke the city. Daenerys… committed a mass murder (she lost everyone safe for angry Greyworm and and is now a Queen of the Ashes). Cersei was cast down. Jaime coudln’t make his happiness with Brienne, for all it seems. Varys, for now, it seems, is proven right in that he hoped to be proven wrong and that shit would not go down like it did. Tormund won’t ever get his Emobear back. Bran is an emotional vegetable. Arya just had houses drop on her. Sandor died in fire, aka his worst enemy. Sansa may just have helped put Jon and/or Arya in danger if Daenerys continues to be crazypants. Hundreds and thousands of people got burned, injured, raped, murdered, kabloomed. Tyrion may just have lost his entire family, may still face the wrath of his Queen and continues to be kind of a stupid idiot. This is not some balanced kind of scenario of good and bad, this is just… bad.

o) If we only consider POV characters from the books, there are only three pairings where they are both major POV characters, the three Jays: JC, JD, and JB. And of those two… two are varying degrees of incest, as Varys would otherwise point out to you, and the other barely left the ground before bricks came raining from the sky. The point being… am I to believe that no single 2-POV-romance has any kind of a future? I find it odd.

The list could probably be longer but I am getting tired here. Suffice to say there are a number of reasons that *support* such a hypothesis.

Back on target of scenarios that give me hope - the Jaime lives somehow edition:

4) We may still be in for a Branception. He may pull back time and try to right things (he may also turn out the ultimate villain whose only goal, from the beginning, was to obtain the IT for all we know). He may have seen the worst case scenario unfold as we saw it now, and we may go back to him trying to make it right this time. But those are scenarios that involve a kind of mojo that continues to leave me far too baffled to dive into further. Suffice to say, he may have his hands in that somehow.

5) Suppose both of them survive somehow. Further imagine a scene of someone waking up on a boat, blinded for a moment, only to come around and look at a very scowling Brienne of Tarth, only to realize that yup, we are seeing things through Jaime’s eyes. And as he turns around he sees a dishevelled but alive sister in the boat, and a very pissed off sellsword turned assassin who complains about how he did not sign up for nearly getting buried alive in those tunnels if not for that warrior woman forcing him to wait out there and pull Jaime and Cersei to safety in the skulls or whatever else when it mattered. Evidently, this would have to be followed by some kind of trial for Cersei as she remains a shitshow of a person who held a city hostage, kabloomed a sept because she could and smirkily drank wine while doing so and gettting helluva murderboners over this. AKA her ending with Jaime still sounds to me as far too nice for a woman who’s done so much horrible when there was no need for it and did nothing really other than supposedly being pregnant with a child (will continue to believe that it is/was a tumor until I’m proven otherwise… even then I will stick to it because history parallels are awesome!) to deserve a “nice” and somewhat comforting exit with her brother by her side, without a single sign of acknowledgement of her being a shitshow of a person. Anyway, that leads too far astray. The point remains on the idea that I wouldn’t even exclude Cersei living at least for a longer while (end of episode 6), but ultimately proving that Jiame will outlive her (as was kind of hinted at by the book’s weirwood dream).

6) Since we have Davos and Tyrion in place as well as a body that conveniently is deposited near the Red Keep now and maches in height and so and such, and since Daenerys would not want to see Jaime Lannister alive right now… how about the good old switch game? Demolish Euron’s dead face a bit more, cut off a hand, stick the golden one on, maybe crispy him a bit more and present that to Daenerys. Would she ask questions beyond that? The point being, I can perfectly see a scenario whereby Jaime will emerge from the rubble (either by sheer luck or by having dived or been pulled into one of the dragon skulls) or will be pulled ou of it, and everyone has to be quick to get rid of him to hide him from Daenerys’s wrath. Off into a boat and let him be brought somewhere to heal and live a silent life where nobody knows what became of him. Tarth is supposed to be beautiful around the season, hm?

7) Brienne pulls Jaime from the rubble. He explains himself to her, believing he is about to die, just that he isn’t. Maybe he will ogle at her, going on about how Bran even told him how he was destined to die and how there was no future beyond (for him). Only for Brienne to drop it on him that there is, if he decides to live at last because sure as hell she won’t be taking care of a kid they both made and have responsibility to. Perhaps Jaime recognizing that Bran hinted at that the baby he was referring to was not Cersei’s (if there is) but Brienne’s. And that all that needed to happen so he could be reborn.

8) Jaime being the one to ring the bells becoming some kind of unsung hero alongside Brienne if she has any part in getting rid of the current usurper. Imagine Brienne badass-single-handedly getting rid of the living nuke aka dragon.

9) In a scneario whereby Jon offs Daenerys or Daenerys offs off to Essos and Jon does not push the claim… and if we hopefully overlook Gendry because the guy should not be assigned manager jobs he does no have the expertise for (*eye roll*) - I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Gendry but he is by no means a politician or anything close to it… just briefly imagine of the reborn Jaime Lannister, the former Kingslayer, suddenly being confronted with the reality that he is heir to the Iron Throne. Just for funsies. Hm?

10) All ends with Jaime waking up next to Brienne, dozing in bed with their ten kids sleeping in the other rooms of Evenfall Hall, going like “Brienne, honey, I just had the shittiest dream ever.” And then the two cuddle.

Yeah no, for real now though. I can spin myself more scenarios than that, all of which bear hope in some capacity, both within the canon as well as how I have set up my shipping habits. Which means I basically feel invincible right now. The worst that can happen is that I am dissatisfied with how their arcs will conclude, in which case I still have my community and fanfic to fix it. If it ends tragically but at least with recognition of feelings for one another, I will be sad but satisfied. If Jaime survives at least long enough to see Brienne one more time, I will cry like a baby but I will be okay because it will make clear where his heart was at last. and how it will always be hers. If it’s one of the more and most positive scenarios, I will be a happy customer and may gloat more than I should.

My most basic hope is that we get coherence where I currently find myself confused as to where the narrative is heading. There are things I don’t understand or can’t currently, based on the limited information we have, make sense of. I would hope for the show to clear up that much.

My more elaborate hope is that we get the confirmation of their mutual feelings for one another. That can go a multitude of ways, as outlined above, but that’s something I would really want/need to feel like their arcs came full circle, even if Jaime winds up dead.

My HYPE hopes are of course the rebirth scenarios. I don’ find them unlikely, but I don’t hold my breath for them to happen. If they do, I am happy. If they don’t, I won’t be disappointed enough to be sadder than I ought to be. I will try my best to use it as inspiration for fanart, fanfic, and editing.

So yeah… how can I go wrong? How can I be anything but hopeful? I hope for the best, accept the worst if it comes, and simply go on with my fandom life because that is the important aspect about it for me personally. I have amazing friends in this fandom and I can look back on years of one of the best shipping rides I ever undertook. We are canon in every sense of the term and that can’t be taken away from us (as someone once said so elegantly: you can’t unfuck someone). So my hopes are that I simply get to go on enjoying my fandom life in this fandom, then waiting for the books and taking the liberty to dissect the narrative in the light of its full context instead of only ever theorizing based on limited information. My hope is to continue to have awesome, inspiring, and productive discussions and theories and headcanons.

Those are my hopes, and I don’t see how they will ever be disappointed, no matter what may happen in the show next week, or in the infinity and beyond it will take for GRRM to finish those books. And I think that’s not just wishful thinking because the power to remain hopeful actually lies with me. I am the master of my shipping experience, of my fandom life, and as such, I can have all the positivity no matter the canon outcomes.

So yeah, I am a happy Wacky right now and I will continue to be.

And I do hope that some of that positivity will reach you, anon, and anyone else currently feeling like… a bunch of bricks are raining down on them. Sorry, I have to cut back on those puns, I know.

Anyway. To close now.

I am hopeful because I put my hope in my fandom experience, and in that way I cannot possibly lose - and anyone who decides to follow down the same path, you can’t lose either! So how about we continue to win together? I’d very much like that.

#jaime x brienne #Jaime Lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #got spoilers #got theories #wacky rambles #anon #thanks anon #got speculation #headcanons #fandom happiness #wacky hopes #jb positivity #got positivity

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Where we’re going we won’t need Eyes to see - a teen wolf meta

With Teen Wolf meta we have this tendency to name check Event Horizon (1997) and run off without explaining it - especially in regards to the episode “Ghosted” where they were in Canaan which uses a lot of the same techniques and tropes. But before I explain how Teen Wolf got there we have to explain Event Horizon.

A friend of mine once called Event Horizon the greatest horror movie almost made, and that sums it up nicely.

Following the success of Mortal Kombat [1995 starring Linden Ashby] the studio gave give the director Paul WS Anderson [the Resident Evil guy] a budget of 60 million dollars, the large soundstage at Pinewood and Carte Blanche to deliver an R rated horror. The film he delivered was 121 minutes long and X-rated. It was externally editted down to 91 minutes or 96 minutes depending on region and legend has it that most of the narrative exposition went out of the airlock. As gory as it is - and it IS - it was much much worse and it’s entirely possible that this studio inflicted hatchet job is the reason Event Horizon has the cult following that it does.

Anderson did not waste a dollar of the money he was given, everyone in the film is a noted character actor and most of the dialogue makes them feel real [with the exception of one distinct line which is just hilariously bad]. The ship was a set [there is minimal cg and it’s bad as you’d expect for 1997 but it’s things like a floating water bottle] based on actual gothic architecture specifically notre dame. The crew of the Lewis and Clark [the rescue ship] is seven people because they were meant to represent the seven sins - maybe in the longer version they did. The “stranger” in their midst is Doctor Weir, who following the suicide of his wife whilst he built the Event Horizon, became obsessed with the ship is the one who wants to bring it “home”. The shot of the rotating space station where Weir is based was a miniature. As most of the effects were practical, as opposed to CG, they stand up to modern scrutiny.

The film was a critical and commercial bust, but over the years since it’s release it’s been insanely influential on the field of Sci Fi being responsible for IPs such as Warhammer 40k, Deadspace and even the Alien franchise [which Anderson dipped his toe in with Alien vs Predator] and is considered one of the greatest Lovecraftian horrors ever made.

Event Horizon is not a great movie, it’s…. I’m one of the people who adore it, as scary movies go it never fails to make my skin crawl but let’s get into the plot.

The Event Horizon was an attempt at FTL travel, instead of going really fast it punched a hole through the universe creating a worm hole that would allow the ship to exit somewhere else with a device called “the gravity drive”. On its test flight it vanished. Seven years later it reappears where it should have with no crew and only a mild distress signal. Weir (Sam Neill), the original creator takes the crew of the Lewis and Clark, a rescue ship captained by Miller (Lawrence Fishburne), to bring it back.

On finding the ship the youngest member of the crew, Mr Justin (Jack Noseworthy), goes into the drive room in full EVA and is dragged into the black liquid at its heart. He is rescued by Cooper (Richard Jones), but when they confront Weir he denies it’s possible despite that they could not have known what to describe. Justin is comatose. They find a recording of screams which has a latin phrase which DJ (Jason Isaacs) translates as save me. The med tech Peters (Kathleen Quinlan) starts to see visions of her son covered in sores. Weir starts to see his dead wife as she was when he found her but with empty eye sockets. The ship starts to pull at their sanity damaging the Lewis and Clark, Smith (Sean Pertwee) refuses to leave the Lewis and Clark and in the middle of that Justin gets up and puts himself in the airlock, setting it to open.

All of the characters are shown to have a dark history but because of the editting we often don’t know what that is. We know Peters has left her terminally ill son because of her visions. Miller tells us about a crew member he had to leave to die in a burning ship. Weir has his guilt over his wife, but the rest was cut.

They find the ruins of the old crew with a tape showing them dismembering themselves and each other and it turns out the translation wasn’t save me but save yourself from hell. Fans have actually translated it more accurately as save yourself from the fire.

Miller comes to the conclusion the best thing to do is go home and blow the ship from orbit but Weir refuses to go. He takes one of the explosives from the nave hallway and blows up the Lewis and Clark and Smith, this sends Cooper into space [where he has the worst line in cinema, seriously https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUozFOlxVnM] and Miller and Starck [Joely Richardson] confront Weir on the bridge where he has ripped out his own eyes. DJ is found disembowelled over the medicine table. Distracted by Cooper’s return Weir fires a rivet gun at the ship’s window causing the decompression to suck him into space. Miller tries to use the explosives along the nave corridor to separate the ship from the gravity drive which he considers the source of his evil but he is separated from his crew by a burning man who turns into Weir. They fight, the corridor explodes and Miller is sucked into the black hole.

There is a gotcha ending where Starck sees one of their rescuers as Weir but wakes up screaming before the very ominous door closing.

So what happens? what is the one sentence synopsis?

See that’s where Event Horizon sort of wins. On its surface the ship went to hell and became alive and is now luring people in and trying to drag them into Hell. Except even within the movie that explanation doesn’t make sense. The characters talk about the lack of good air, that they are running out of air and it turns them on each other to an extent so did anoxia cause the hallucinations combined with the very gothic imagery to create a mass hysteria? Is it a pseudo Catholic vision of Hell where the characters unable to deal with their own guilt at ultimately tortured? Maybe? Was it all of the above? I don’t know. Other people have amazing explanations of what happened and here’s the reason why Event Horizon freaks some people out and others are meh, it’s not that easy.

It has holes and contradictions and huge chunks obviously missing. It has a narrow focus and it never lies to the audience, it misleads them by assumption but it’s consistent. Weir is the hook character we expect to be the hero, he is the outsider amidst the crew of the Lewis and Clark, he is the one with the answers and the refusal to see alternative answers. He has the most fleshed out back story but he turns into the human manifestation of whatever is going on with the ship yet he is the one who becomes the face of the villain. The ghost apparitions are genuinely disturbing. The quality of the acting could carry a much weaker script. The effects are excellent and the gore is astounding, and best shown briefly [although production stills are available if it was too quick for you]. The Lovecraftian questions are presented and NOT answered. They are isolated in a place where they are in constant danger and the hallucinations mean even their thoughts are unsafe.

Did the ship go to hell? Or was it an explanation Weir made up when he broke? Or is this a purgatorial nightmare where Weir is sent out to fetch more victims for the ship? Is he repeating this ad infinitum with this crew or is it a new crew every time? Is the she Weir speaks of the ship or the manifestation of his wife, Clare?

The film doesn’t answer any of these questions. They are all valid ways to see the movie. And based on Anderson’s filmography the reason that these all DO work is because the film was butchered like one of the ship’s crew.

Recently they found a copy of the uncut film in a salt mine in Transylvania so maybe we’ll see it.

But people who take it on surface value that the ship went to hell and is now evil wooo, generally just dismiss it as poor. It is clearly a mishmash of things Anderson thought was cool instead of deep, sets are so Alien inspired that the xenomorph could pop out of any of the lockers and no one would be surprised. The ship’s set is so gothic Dracula could be drinking tea in the med bay and it would make perfect sense. Yet it somehow, probably despite itself, works.

So back to Teen Wolf.

Event Horizon clearly had its shadows over the production and it’s in the ambiguity more than the cinematography [which owes its debts to Silent Hill]. What Event Horizon managed by accident [Anderson couldn’t have pulled it off deliberately] Teen Wolf tries.

Every character in Teen Wolf, no matter how minor, has a backstory but it is not one we are necessarily given. They have their own stories which intersect with the story we are being told. If we look at the chimera, for example, we saw Tracy’s complicated relationship with her father, we saw Lucas and his boyfriend, Corey, and Corey before we knew he was a chimera told us about Lucas. Caitlyn’s girlfriend Emily was taken by the Darach but she was nervous about her first time having sex so Caitlyn tried to make it special for her. This makes the characterisation rich and this one of the complaints about the show. We learn as much about someone who gets murdered five minutes later as we do about the show’s mains. Beacon Hills feels real because the people in it feel real.

Teen Wolf offers a surface answer which does not hold up to scrutiny - at all -ever and which is often ridiculous. @Sublimeglass refers to this as the show vs tell, Teen Wolf tells us one story and shows us quite another. Solutions to problems are often best guesses with the information that they have and are often contradicted seasons later as characters learn more.

The main character is presumed to be the hero but by the end is very clearly the agent of whatever it is that is going on that wants conflict - however defining that very clear presence in Teen Wolf is like getting rid of glitter, you know it’s there but you’re never going to get it out of the carpet.There is clearly an evil presence, and it is clearly in the water, specifically the lake beside Lydia’s lake house [which Lorraine set up a mountain ash barrier to protect her from] but the character’s don’t know it’s there. I am not saying that Scott is evil or villainous in this - that’s a very different meta - but instead that he is continuing the war that existed before him. He is recruiting a character like him to carry on the story. He is repeating the cycle like Weir sacrificing another crew to the ship.

One of the arguments with EH is that the ship is freeing them from “the fire” which is light and energy, which is complicated, basically that our universe with its physical reactions is Hell, and that by removing the flesh [I did mention Hellraiser was a huge influence, right, and the video game Doom 3] you could be “free”, and there is a similar idea in Teen Wolf where characters try to escape the detriments of flesh - Gerard looking for a cure for his cancer, the dread doctors extending their life, the attempts to build a better beast for their own immortality, the leonmensch trying to capture the Wild Hunt.

Yet if you reduce Event Horizon to “the ship went to hell and is now evil” the two do not match but both are phantasmagorical.

Phantasmagoria is where one or more reality might not be real but is instead a dream/hallucination that is indistinguishable from reality, and thus brings the “reality” in question.

In Event Horizon this is several dream sequences, Weir and Starck both have nightmares whilst in stasis. This means when Clare starts appearing to Weir and the child appears to Peters we are primed to know they are not real and this knowledge means we’re primed for a scare even when the subject is not scary, such as Peter’s visions of her sick son.

In Teen Wolf we have several sequences that are not “real”: Scott’s visions of the school bus attack; Stiles’ visions of the bandaged figure; Scott’s dreams of killing Liam with the mute. Then we have sequences where reality is much more loosely defined in Motel California - where the characters hallucinate - and Ghosted which is the most obvious point for the Event Horizon characters.

We also have flashbacks which are subject to the “Rashomon effect” where several variations of the same narrative are shown and the whole is unreliable [the Fox and the Wolf, Blitzkreig and Visionary] What we are shown in Teen Wolf is only slightly more reliable than what we are told, and the telling is from Scott’s point of view - although it is unclear if it is only the last episode, the last season half or the whole show which is narrated. Personally I think it’s the whole. Either way Scott is an unreliable narrator. We cannot trust the narrative as it is presented even if it didn’t openly contradict itself.

The Lovecraftian parallels have to be mentioned even if when it comes to writing Teen Wolf meta I find him popping up like a particularly obnoxious infestation. Combined with that is the heavy influence of Hellraiser [3 metas later I am quite confident that Hellraiser was involved] and the whole is unsettling if not disturbing or scary.

The visual language of Event Horizon is medieval gothic, with columns, long empty corridors, flourishes and twists and the ship itself is a cross based on Notre Dame. In Teen Wolf colours have meaning, characters have symbolic associations [although unlike the intent for Event Horizon they do not represent anything as overt as the seven sins. They reveal the characters but not general themes.] Each of the first five seasons has a symbol which is represented by Godai, Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Void [if six has one I haven’t cracked it yet but it is probably the ethereal or the other] and the cinematography is certainly as deliberate.

I can’t just end this meta because it’s one of those as soon as you see the movie you can see the parallels because they’re pretty much laid out on a plate but the two are so different that unless you sit down and think about it you’d never consider it.

I can’t say that Beacon Hills is a phantasmagorical town that exists outside space and is poisoned by its proximity to Hell - but I can’t say it’s not either because of the ambiguity and contradiction. I can’t say Weir is a victim driven mad by his own guilt or the ship possessed him because of the same contradictions.

Event Horizon managed what it did despite itself. Teen Wolf might have done the same.

#teen wolf meta #anti scott mccall #event horizon parallels

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luckyfirerabbit · 5 years ago

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Blue Dragon (Lunar: Eternal Blue Complete, one-shot, hurt/comfort. TW: mentions of abuse)

(Story takes place on the Dragonship Destiny after the martial arts tournament in Horam, but before the Blue Dragon Shrine. Ronfar and Jean have a heart to heart. Not romantic, but bro-mantic. May contain spoilers for those who haven’t played.)

The Destiny rumbles across the land headed north, towards the shrine of the Blue Dragon that's supposed to be hidden behind the great falls. There's hope among them that they'll reach it before dark, but as the sun dips further and further towards the horizon, it dwindles. It's just as well, perhaps, as they were all exhausted in their own way from the tournament. A good night's rest before once again leaping into the jaws of unknown dangers was certainly preferable.

Still, though a consensus on the matter hadn't been cemented yet, Ronfar goes about his chosen duty of making sure everyone was still in some sort of fighting shape. The cleric had his own bumps and bruises from throwing hands in the ring those few hours ago, but they're little things and he could tend them later while he nursed a beer in the galley. Hiro is worse off, but not by much. He's young and agile, had been able to miss most of the harm hurled his way by the cultists, but his nose is still bleeding in spite of little Ruby's attempt to fill his nasal cavity with a handkerchief. He tries to offer assistance, but the fun-sized, winged cat assures him that everything is fine. Ronfar gives a friendly warning to mind punching the poor kid in the brain and continues with his rounds.

Lucia and Lemina seem fine enough, they didn't get into the ring and part of him is grateful for that. Though another part of him feels the need to step in as the mage tried to explain the concept of gambling to Lucia. After all, he was the expert. He decides to leave them be, though, let them have their fun.

Ronfar descends below deck to find Jean, a weighty but tolerable anxiety settling in his stomach as the shadows below envelope him. He should have gone to her first, any other priest worth more than himself -which is, let's face it, all of them- would have made Jean their priority after the beating she took and walked away from. But this...no, she had needed the space and they all had known it without her having to say a word.

Carefully he navigates the nearly too small passages through the ship, working with casual purpose towards the barracks. It takes him a moment to remember which door he needs, knocking on the wrong one the first time he tries. The second time his easy knock is answered and he lets himself in.

"Hey-whoa, hey, should I go?" he laughs sheepishly, because there she is, sitting on the floor with her back braced on the frame of a bunk in just her underclothes, that beautiful brown skin all but bare.

"No, no," she smiles and chuckles, "come on in. It's not like I'm naked."

Ronfar nods and rubs the back of his neck, stabilizing himself with a quick breath as he steps completely inside. A couple strides lets him cross the room, lets him plop down on the bunk across from her. For a moment he just watches, curious and evaluating. Her dark emerald hair is down, the first time he's ever seen it in such a way, and drapes over one shoulder. In her hands, the knuckles busted and bloody beneath the bracing wrappings, she cradles the Blue Dragon's crest. Her thumbs trace the intricate carvings like her rich amber eyes, seemingly lost in the designs. Her legs are stretched out and crossed, her knees and shins scraped and bruised. His eyes trace her form from top to bottom, spotting more little wounds like the shiner beneath her right eye and the darkened spots around her ribs and upper arms.

"You know, the beds are more comfortable."

"I like the vibrations." though they could barely hear the engines in here, the rumble of the ship in motion is tangible. "Feels good, kind of soothing. Guess that's why I love music so much."

"Could be. Guess it's fine if it doesn't hurt." he just nods, accepting. "You want a little more time, or can I have a look at you now?"

"Sure." Jean sets the crest aside, dropping it atop the neatly folded stack of her clothes. There's noticeable surprise on her face when Ronfar grabs up one of her feet.

"You should have taken these bandages off by now." He scolds gently, barely a reprimand. "All this dried blood, might reopen something."

"It's fine, nothing I can't handle." she winks at him.

"After that, I'd believe it. Hell, you could go toe-to-toe with Althena herself and I'd still bet money on you." May the goddess forgive his blasphemy. But as far as sacrilege goes, that was -by far- his tamest offense. The way Jean buzzes her lips in dismissal makes him laugh.

"Brown-nosing doesn't suit you, priest." she lounges back, wincing at the tug of the wrappings releasing a wound, her hands going behind her head.

"Good thing that's not my angle, then, huh?" he grins at her. "In all seriousness, we all thought you were a badass before, but after seeing you hand that old bastard his ass, there's no question."

Jean had fought so hard, not to say she isn't always giving her all in battle, but the final match of the tournament saw her in rare form. Which, when Ronfar considered it, was probably for the best. If Jean hadn't given every last ounce of strength and resolve, Lunn would have surely killed her. A part of the defrocked priest wishes he had half as much determination.

With the wrappings undone and coiled on the floor, Ronfar takes scale of the injuries. The bruising is bad, the swelling too, bad enough to make his brow knit with concern. He chances to touch the top of her foot with his thumb, pressing gently and getting a feel of the bones underneath. "You're foot's broken."

"Oh yeah? Huh. I had a feeling."

"You sure? Because you were walking awful easy earlier."

"Probably just the adrenaline rush." she dismisses with a wave of one hand. "Again, I've been through worse."

And he knows, to a point, but this still surprises him. In the end he'll not say more about it, just shrugging as he shakes his head and begins a quiet cycle of prayers. There's a faintly green shimmer to his hand as he rubs the purple lump that steadily shrinks and disappears. What few impacts blisters had mottled her skin resolved as well, leaving behind a couple splotches of dried blood that he wipes away.

"The other isn't so bad." she says, raising her other foot up and wiggling the toes. "The blood on this one isn't mine." she adds with a touch of smugness.

He pushes it away. "Gimme your hands then."

"I'm not moving, you'll have to come down here."

"Fine." he rolls his eyes playfully, grunting as he rises from his seat just enough to move forward and put his bottom on the floor beside her, the two still facing each other. Ronfar opens his hands to her, expectant, and she seems a little reluctant to respond. In a way he understands; Jean did a lot to keep this side of herself hidden, she wanted to bury it so deep so badly, but today she had to strip it bare for everyone to see. And now she has to face that reality face to face, just as she faced Ronfar's scrutiny now. Though she knows he would never chastise her or think less of her for it, being under someone's eyes after all that...violence isn't the most comfortable thing.

That, and her hands look terrible. Her usually lithe and precise fingers are thick with swelling and redness, almost every knuckle split and bleeding. The wrappings covering her palms are scorched almost black from all the raw energy she gave and took, the skin there raw looking in the same way a burn does.

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"Jean,"

"It isn't," she insists. "My hands are just...they were always a problem anyway." and as she says this she can't look him in the eye. "Don't worry so much."

"Someone should." he counters gently. "Look...I know talking about this is hard for you, I get it, I got skeletons in my closet too." he swallows, watching her tense up like she wants to jerk away. "I can see these just fine," he gestures to her hands in his, "but how are you? Really?"

Jean looks up at him for all of a second before dropping her eyes again and pulling her hands back to tuck against her stomach. Her entire form folds inward, retreating. Her brow is low and heavy as she starts to unwind the wrappings on her own, flinching at the little pains that come with it. When she's free of them she straightens, sitting up and crossing her legs and letting her hands rest in the vacant space between her thighs. Finally, after what feels like forever, she speaks.

"I'm not okay." the words are tight like a drum, sounding almost painful. But Ronfar gets it, admissions are hard.

Ronfar just nods with a little hum, gently chancing to take one of her hands with his and hold it. He begins the prayers again, comforted by the verdant shimmer that lessens the swelling and closes the cuts, and he repeats the task with the other. Her knuckles are still thick, like those on the hands of shipbuilders in the town he grew up in. Bone built up and hardened by countless impacts. These are certainly not a dancer's hands, and no one knows that more than Jean.

Though his work is mostly finished, Ronfar keeps her hands in his, thinking maybe comfort was more applicable than healing at the moment. "You want to talk about it?"

"What's to talk about?" her tone is hard now, serious.

"I don't know, you tell me. Sometimes just getting it out of your head helps." and he realizes he really should practice what he preaches instead of chasing down his own thoughts with alcohol so much. "It's Lunn, isn't it?"

"Of course it is." she answers sharply. "Kind of why I wanted to hide for a while." now her tone is soft again, as if the previous words were like twisting the cork out of a bottle. It needed to be forced.

"That's what we figured. It's understandable. So what about him?"

One verdant brow lifts, her eyes sliding to him. "You want the list?"

"I'll take what you give, how ever much or little it is."

Jean frowns, straightening up to lean against the bunk again and pulling her hands back to her stomach. Her head tips back and she takes a breath, her eyes closing. She's weighing the words, not because there are a lot of them -she knows what she wants to say- but there are raw, volatile emotions tightly attached to them. Her own feelings are what she's wary of, just like that bastard had taught her.

"I could've killed him." she says quickly, as if any slower would mean the words would be trapped. "I could've...I would've gotten away with it too. No one could have stopped me." she chuffs cynically, "some of those people were even cheering me on. And I wanted to."

Ronfar lets his sympathy show, which is rare.

"...And part of me regrets not doing it." her head drops, her chin to her chest, and another breath. "But I thought letting him live was better."

"Maybe you thought putting him down would make you too much like him?"

Her brow knits, eyes still closed. "Maybe...something like that. Maybe not so much...I wasn't afraid of becoming like him, but becoming what he had tried so hard to turn me into." She had suffered under his teachings for years, relentlessly beaten and abused, so that she could carry on the Shadow Dragon's work and commit to cold blooded murder. But she endured it all, fought back, and won her freedom. "I...it was the one thing he could never get me to do. Kill. And...I knew he would have found satisfaction in it, even if it meant his life."

"Can't let him have that, now can we?" Ronfar tries to sound encouraging, but the sour look she gives him makes him realize his encouragement voice and his sarcastic voice sound too much alike. "Still, you served him some justice today. You put his face in the dirt, busted up the cult...you probably saved a lot of kids, Jean. That's something, isn't it?"

"Did I really? What makes you think Lunn will keep his word? He still has his pride, and that alone can give a man like him a lot of power. Nothing is stopping him from starting over."

"Except maybe you. He knows now, he knows he's not the meanest dog in the yard anymore, and that can take a lot of power from a man like him."

"But he won't be alone. You don't know what it was like, Ronfar." Now she looks at him squarely, eyes severely set. "I watched a man make his insides his outsides, and all Lunn had to do was snap his fingers. I don't doubt there are still loyal members that would follow him at the drop of a hat, and they'll carry on his work whether the cult is functioning or not. I might have made a bigger mess!"

Ronfar can feel the energy in the room bristling.

"What if," she pants a little, feels her heart racing and tries to force it down. Breathe in, breathe out. "What if I just made room for something worse?"

"Then we'll take care of it." Ronfar nods once. "I mean...you could always expose him. I doubt the good people of Meribia would take too well to hearing about their governor kidnapping kids."

Jean hunches forward now, propping her elbows on her knees and letting her face rest in her hands. Her ribs expand and contract quickly but fully, they're breaths meant to stabilize. It lets Ronfar see more of her scars, stripes and stars of long healed flesh that she had once kept well hidden beneath a dancer's dress.

"Can I work on the rest of you while you're getting your head together?" he asks carefully. To be honest, part of him worries she'll reflexively smack him if he tries to touch her without her knowing. When she just nods he accepts her answers, mentally prepping one of the longer prayers as he puts both hands on her. One settles against her ribs, the other at her shoulder, and the green glow that blossoms spreads throughout her torso. The litany resolves and the air settles, leaving the faintest rumble of the ship the only noticeable sound for the moment.

Jean shifts a little, uncovering her face and folding her hands together, propping her chin there. Her eyes have reddened a little and her brow is still heavy. "I'm not...you know I'm not like him, right?"

"Of course I do." Ronfar puts his hands behind him and leans back. "Now, just like all of us, when I first met the man I thought you two were a lot alike." he hates the way she cringes at that. "You both seemed passionate about what you do, and I admire that in people. But then -for lack of a better phrase- the mask came off."

Jean chuckles sadly, both loving and hating his choice of words.

"I don't know if the words of a functioning alcoholic mean anything to you,"

"They matter, because I'm not too far from that description myself." she smirks at him, still bleary eyed.

"Fair enough." he had seen her drink, and it was certainly something. She drank to escape things just like he did, but in a different way. "But now, looking back on everything, there never really was any likeness between you. Lunn's type are a dime a doze, but thank the goddess they don't usually get as far as he did. But you,"

Jean looks up at him, anxious but hopeful in a way.

"Sometimes you're so full of light and life that it's humbling." then his face stretches and his eyes widen a little. "Other times it's terrifying, but in a good way." He had hoped she'd laugh a little, but is satisfied with the small grin. "I think what you really want me to say, though, is that you're not a bad person. And you're not, Jean, really. I mean that, and you've got one of the biggest hearts of anyone I've ever met."

Her face tightens. "Then why do I feel like this? Why would I ever want to hurt someone like that?"

"Because it's Lunn, and because that monster would have deserved it." he answers quickly, certainly. "He was building an empire on the backs of broken children, willingly, and only chose to stop because his pride wouldn't let him break his word. Now, I know I'm the last person who should say who lives and dies, but I'll be damned if he doesn't deserve to have his neck snapped."

Her expression turns to shock in an instant. She had never known Ronfar to be a violent person, a sleaze, sure, but nothing like this.

"I know you've got a lot of feelings about how you handled all that, but you should know that I'm in absolute awe of you for sparing his life. Yet, by the same token, I wouldn't have thought less of you if you hadn't."

When the dismay fades it devolves into a certain...self-disgust, perhaps. "You...you really don't think it would've made me as bad as him?"

Ronfar hunches forward again, feeling that maybe being closer to her would help her believe his words more fully. "The way I see it, sometimes good people have to do things we believe are bad to make the world a better place. That doesn't stop them from being good, does it?"

"...I don't know."

"Well, I don't think it does, and to be honest with you, considering all the harm he's done, most folks would agree."

"But I'm...I've never..." the words stumble out before she's really ready, she doesn't have them all together so she stops herself and tries to recover. "I've never had a desire to kill someone until that moment, and I hate how easy it would have been to do it."

"And that's something else that sets the two of you apart; you care. Even if it's for your own sake, you still care about the things you do." he's quiet a moment, thinking when she has no reaction. "Maybe more than anything you just really wanted some justice."

"Pfft, lot of good it would do me." she scoffs.

"Wouldn't it? He ruined your life, made your childhood hell, why not do the same and make evens out of it?"

"Killing him wouldn't change any of that." It wouldn't restore her memory of her parents or where she's from, wouldn't give her back the years she lost. She can't even rightly remember just how old she is, all because of that man. Nothing would make any of that right ever again.

"But it might have made you feel better." Because he thought she deserved at least that much. Some closure. Solace of some sort.

Finally she takes a breath, tipping her head back and exhaling like she's exhausted. "Guess I'll never know. At this point I'll settle for never having to see him again."

"Would you, really?"

The looks she gives him is resigned, hopeless. "It's the best I can hope for."

Sympathy pulls his brows again and he moves, turning so he can sit next to her and prop against the bunk like she does. They're just shy of shoulder-to-shoulder. Ronfar has run out of things to say, feeling like he's played the devil's advocate enough, did everything he could to avoid saying the wrong thing -which is a great labor on his part. Now all he can think to do is be present, let her weigh all of this without leaving her alone with it but staying out of her way.

Jean is surprised at how it doesn't rub her raw that he's here, because a part of her knows it should. She doesn't like being seen vulnerable, at least not like this, and no one gets it. No one on this ship can really relate with her over this so...but this is okay somehow. Okay enough that when she feels her heart breaking she allows it, doesn't shove it down or try to cover it up like always. A sob shakes out of her and the tears finally -finally- drag themselves free to fall down her still bruised cheeks. When she covers her face again in a reflexive attempt to hide, Ronfar stretches an arm across her back and pulls her in. She lets him and will be grateful that she had later.

He holds her tighter still when the crying surges, the purge in full force now as she tucks to his chest and her ribs heave. "It's all right, whatever it takes." he assures her softly. "I've got you." The pain he feels in the way she shakes and cries vibrates through his bones, and for the first time in a long time he feels like praying to Althena. Really pray. Then again, he can't help but wonder; Althena was said to be all-knowing and merciful, but why would she come to Jean's aid now when she couldn't be bothered to when she was a helpless child? There's that blasphemy again.

Ronfar keeps her close even after the bloodletting ends, thinking she needs the support and given no evidence to the contrary. When Jean does finally pull away she quietly asks to be helped up as she feels boneless and weak now that all the adrenaline and pain had subsided. He does his best since his legs have long since fallen asleep, half stumbling and laughing at himself when he braces on the bed to get upright. He moves her clothes and the crest aside, stable as Jean pulls up on his hand to stand as well. She plops onto the bed with a puff of an exhale, rubbing her face with both hands.

"I just...gimme an hour and I'll be good to go." she rasps, trying to get the blanket pulled aside.

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to Hiro, convince him to put off the shrine until tomorrow."

"I can do it," she insists, "I just need a nap."

"You're getting proper sleep tonight, dancing queen, and I'll suffer no arguments. The others will understand." he finds a little comfort in her relenting chuckle and the shake of her head as he helps her pull the covers up. "I'll come and check in on you later, and if you feel up to it we'll get a drink together. What do you say?"

"Let me sleep on it." and they share a little laugh before Ronfar puts out the lamp on his way out the door. "Hey,"

He pauses, brows up in expectation.

"Thanks. Don't know if all that helped but...I appreciate the effort anyway."

"Don't mention it. We're in this together, after all." he smirks and inches his shoulders, modest. "See you later."

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Author's Note: It's actually been almost twenty years since I last wrote for the Lunar fandom, and this is the first Lunar: Eternal Blue fic I've ever written. It's something, really. Still, had it floating around my head for a while thought it would be fun.

L:EBC had a serious narrative issue -from my perspective anyway- regarding Jean and Lunn's story. One being that there wasn't a lot of attention given to Jean's trauma, it's long term effects and how she learned to cope, especially after being thrown head first into new dealings with the Shadow Dragon Cult during the story.

The second was -I believe- a real narrative failure in that Lunn has a redeeming story, when as a character he does nothing to earn it. He shows zero remorse for the harm he caused, only remorse in that he couldn't see his ideology regarding power was flawed before it had negative consequences for him. That and he shows no intention of making amends in any way except to just stay out of the heroes' way. It's really discouraging to me.

Anyway, hope you had fun, because I actually did.

#Lunar #Lunar eternal blue #jean #ronfar #lunar fanfiction #fanfiction

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years ago

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Seasons of Love - Heat of Summer Challenge (SPN and MCU)

I’m late posting this I know. I have and still am struggling with an ear infection and I have been insanely busy and is to an extend out of a laptop. I am borrowing. Which is also why I added 25 sentence prompts instead of gifs. Sorry to those of you who were working mostly off the gifs but not having my own computer atm made those impossible for me.

Do I have to taken part in in the previous seasons?

Nope.

If I do all do the stories have to be linked?

No. They can be but that is not an acquirement.

If I do them all do I have to write the same pairing each time?

Nope.

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

Do my fic have to be summer themed?

Since it is the idea of the challenge - yes I am afraid so.

When Do I Post?

Between right now and August 31st. Sign Ups start now and ends when there are no more prompts

RULES - READ PLEASE!

Due Date: August 31st

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 5k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry. IT CAN BE THE END OF A SERIES IF YOU ARE DOING FOUR PART ONE FOR EACH PART OF MY CHALLENGE WHICH I WOULD LOOOOVE!

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst are all welcome. DO NOT write smut if you are under the age of 18 and tag everything with appropriate warnings. AUs are more than welcome!

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no glorification on cheating, no wife or actor hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask.

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (thing-you-do-with-that-thing if SPN and until-theend-oftheline if marvel) Seasons of Love - Heat of Summer challenge. And use the # SoL - Heat of Summer challenge in the first 5 tags.

Submit: After you posted on tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc. If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JHXAfi0yczcGLCd5s_FtcCkJqKocVF8faq-Vih4xepI/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Send me the prompt number along with a backup just in case and your pairing of choice. ASKS ONLY!! REPLIES, REBLOGS AND IMS WILL BE IGNORED!

There are no limits on the pairings but I only allow 1 person per prompt so think before you sign up. If you don’t think you will be doing it then don’t take the spot from someone else. Prompts and Pairings are under the cut!

Pairings:

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Jensen

Dean

Misha

Cas

Jared

Sam

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Destiel

Deonna

Megstiel

Saileen

Cockles

Jensen x Danneel

Jared x Genevieve

AS SOMETHING SPECIAL THIS TIME I WILL ALLOW MARVEL PAIRINGS - if you write any of those they will be reblogged to my sideblog until-theend-oftheline and not here. It’s still me though.

No male readers - gender neutral are fine!

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which:

Sebastian Stan

Bucky

Chris Evans

Steve

Chris Hemsworth

Thor

Tony

Clint

Sam

Nat

Wanda

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Stucky

Winterhawk

SamBucky

BuckyNat

Clintasha

Chris Hemsworth x Elsa

WIFE HATE OR GIRLFRIEND HATE OR EX GIRLFRIEND HATE OF ANY KIND WILL GET YOU BLOCKED AND IT GOES FOR BOTH FANDOMS! I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKE THEIR S/Os OR PREV S/Os BUT I AM NOT HERE TO READ FICS THAT SLAM PEOPLE DUE TO WHO THEY DATE.

No shaming of any pairings or ships I just have to read them and these are the things I prefer. On to the prompts:

Activity and word prompts

1 Heatwave @emilyevanston (Winterwidowhawk x reader)

2 Beach Day @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

3 Barbeque @queen-of-deans-booty (Jensen x Reader)

4 Camping @sweetness47 (Jared x Reader)

5 Bonfire @docharleythegeekqueen (Stucky x Reader)

6 Cloud Watching @tngrayson (Steve x Reader)

7 Stargazing @torn-and-frayed (Jensen x Reader)

8 Skinny dipping @queen-of-deans-booty (Dean x Reader)

9 Volleyball

10 Horseback riding

11 Painting the house @katymacsupernatural (Jared x Reader)

12 Running @roxyspearing (Steve x Reader)

13 Breakfast on the roof @jaremish (Sam/Jared x Reader)

14 Watching the sunset @waywardnerd67 (Jensen x Reader)

15 Outdoor restaurant

16 Tanning

17 Sunburn @iwantthedean (Dean x Reader)

18 Water Fight @jayankles (Dean x Reader)

19 Hiding inside with the A/C

20 A/C broken @ruined-by-destiel (Sam Winchester x Reader)

21 Ice Cubes @sammy-moo (Sam Winchester x Reader)

22 Hot summer night @frejahertziswritingthistime (Sam Winchester x Reader)

23 Summer Rain @not-moose-one-shots (Sam Winchester x Reader)

24 Thunderstorm @oneshoeshort (Sam Winchester x Reader)

25 Icecream @sweetness47 (Clint x Reader)

Song Prompts:

26 Bonfire Hearts - James Blunt

27 Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

28 Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey @waywardrose13 (Dean x Reader)

29 Night Moves - Bob Seger

30 Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams @sweetness47 (Dean x Reader)

31 Summer Nights - Grease @sweetness47 (Misha x Reader)

32 Someone Somewhere - Simple Minds

33 Happier Than the Morning Sun - Stevie Wonder

34 California Girls - Beach Boys

35 Paradise City - Guns’n’Roses

36 Long Hot Summer - Keith Urban

37 Sangria - Blake Shelton @legion1993 (Chris Evans x Reader)

38 Toes - Zac Brown Band

39 Malibu - Miley Cyrus @queen-of-deans-booty (Chris Evans x Reader)

40 Drops of Jupiter - Train @tngrayson (Dean x Reader)

41 The Script - Breakeven

42 3 Doors Down - Here Without You

43 Cheerleader - OMI

44 Roses - The Chainsmokers

45 Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay

46 Avicii - Wake Me Up

47 Katy Perry - That’s How We Do

48 Of the Night - Bastille

49 Best Day of My Life - American Authors

50 Fireflies - Owl City @firefly124 (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Dialogue Prompts:

51 “The summer sun is not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belong in the rain”

52 “You’re hot!” “I know” “Not what I meant dumbass” @acreativelydifferentlove (Bucky x Reader)

53 “I never thought I’d say this but put on a shirt before you burn” @becs-bunker (Dean x reader)

54 “I told you I’d save you a seat in hell” @mysupernaturalfics (Steve x Reader)

55 “That’s not what I meant when I said we should have a bonfire!”

56 “Are you seriously going for a run in this heat?” @sixtysevenandwhiskey (Dean x Reader)

57 “If you throw me in I’ll kill you!” @peterman-parker (Thor x Reader)

58 “Why are you on the roof? We have guests over” @thorne93 (Clint x Reader)

59 “What are those balloons for?” “You’ll see” @queen-of-deans-booty (Sam Winchester x Reader)

60 “I think I am about to spontaneously combust” @princess-of-erebor1992 (Dean x Reader)

61 “Come for a swim with me?” @time-travel-bouqet (Sam Winchester x Reader)

62 “There is no music” @atc74 (Jared x Reader)

63 “Who do I have to kill for a cool breeze?!” @becs-bunker (Stucky x Reader)

64 “Ohmygod is that rain ever gonna stop?” @ladysimoriah (Megstiel)

65 “What do you expect me to do? I don’t know how to work that thing!”

67 “Stop laughing. I’m stuck!” @until-theend-oftheline (Winterfalcon x Reader)

68 “Dude! That’s not what ice cubes are for!”

69 “I love you but if you touch me right now I’m filling for a divorce!” @grantsgorgeousgirl (Bucky x Reader)

70 “Was that an explosion or thunder?” @roxyspearing (Dean x Reader)

71 “A little wind never killed anyone but a hurricane has!”

72 “Is that what I think it is?” @letsby (Tony x Reader)

73 “I think the surfboard just tried to kill me.”

74 “I wanna sleep under the stars tonight” @built-from-nothing (Dean x Reader)

75 “I always wanted a beach wedding” @docharleythegeekqueen (Destiel x Reader)

#spn writing challenge #mcu writing challenge #marvel writing challenge

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descientia · 6 years ago

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☄️: A headcanon of mine that totally contradicts canon — 🌙: A headcanon about one of my rarepairs — 🌩: A headcanon that contradicts popular fandom tropes

headcanon meme // still accepting

☄️: A headcanon of mine that totally contradicts canon

I generally try to stay pretty canon-compliant, but I think canon says or implies that Ignis’s uncle and probably the rest of his house serve Regis in the same role that Ignis serves Noctis, and overwriting that is probably my “main” headcanon on this blog, possibly even veering on canon-divergence, but I hesitate to call it so because it’s such a minor thing?

I’ve written about it in depth a few times, most notably here and here, but for the sake of summarizing some very long writings: Ignis was selected for the role amongst a pool of suitable noble children, and it was an offer made to him that he could have turned down. He accepted, and this is a point of great pride and honor for his family, who had not been doing very many notable things in recent generations.

It’s also very important to me because I find his sacrifices and his devotion to be more meaningful if it was something that he willingly chose to do ( even if he chose it as a 6-year-old, of questionable agency, he also reaffirmed those decisions more formally at 15 when he swore his official oaths to the Crownsguard ) rather than something that was just always pre-ordained for him.

It’s also come to my attention that Ignis may say some things in the latter half of the game that don’t really gel with Episode Ignis ( I’m still working on my second playthrough ) and I chalk that up to sloppy writing and pretend he didn’t say those things.

🌙: A headcanon about one of my rarepairs

*sweats bullets because big brother Gladio* IIIiiii think it would be rly cute if Iris grew up considerably and ended up with Ignis, because then their families would be joined?? We could be brothers-in-law Gladio— p-please put that sword down oh my god.

All right, but in all seriousness: a. such a situation would definitely have to be many years in the future and involve some major interim character development on Iris’s part, because that age difference is creepy and she acts childish enough even as a 15-year-old. I like to think she’d be a lot more mature by 25, having essentially come of age in the apocalypse where she’s fighting for her life most days, but this is a difficult thing to discuss in an RP context because people have their different interpretations of characters and all ( and I don’t even RP with any Irises ), and this will probably forever remain an interesting headcanon idea that I toss around in my own brain alone due to lack of a suitable Iris.

b. Think of all the interesting situations this would put Ignis and Gladio in though?? What do you mean you want to date my sister, she’s only a kid. Gladio, she’s 22. You’re 29, you’ve known her since she was 5. What do you mean you want to marry my sister?? I mean, hell, I’d be down for RPing that anyway, who even needs the other half of a ship to RP a ship. If you ever want to RP an awkward “my best friend is trying to romance my little sister” ship please hmu because frankly the Ignis/Gladio dynamics there would probably be more interesting than the Ignis/Iris dynamics anyway!

🌩: A headcanon that contradicts popular fandom tropes

Oh boy, I uh, actually don’t read a whole lot of Iggy stuff written by other people so I’m not that savvy on the tropes? And I don’t want to call anyone out, either. I support everyone’s right to portray a character as they like even if I specifically avoid doing that thing. ( In fact, I think that sort of portrayal diversity is great, because it sets doubles apart even more. ) Also, I probably just play into all the most popular Ignis tropes anyway; it’s not like they’re my muse’s defining traits, but I’m not above playing up the whole Ignis has discovered a new recipeh, Ignis wants Noctis to eat his vegetables, Ignis can’t get enough Ebony, Ignis is the group mom, har har har. I dig comedic relief, and if someone’s a new partner and/or they just want to dip their toes with light fare and low hanging fruit, I’m not going to be like, “NO, you must write something that delves into the 256 onion layers I have carefully imbued into my muse because he is very speshul!!1”

That said, I don’t know if this is a trope per se but I suppose the most drastic difference that I see in the way that Ignis is commonly written that I have headcanons against is promiscuity and general romantic prowess. I see where it comes from, because he’s pretty suave and seems comfortable in his own skin so it stands to reason that he might have a few successful romantic conquests under his belt. But my Iggy actually has zero to nil ( mostly nil ) romantic or sexual experience as of the road trip, and while his sharp wit can make him capable of flirting with the best, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with a lover ( beyond what he’s read, and oh yes, he’s read ) or what his own bedroom interests might be. And this isn’t because I find it cute to play a blushing virgin or anything ( I don’t even think he’d be prone to blushing in any case ) but just that with the way I write Iggy, I can’t see him ever having taken the time or the attention away from Noctis and his “royal duties” to him. ( Spoiler: it’s mostly because he’s been harboring a hopeless flame for Noct. )

And fwiw, 22 is not a terribly uncommon age to still lack sexual experience, and I think that gets overlooked way too much in fiction and pop culture! So yeah, I do enjoy writing my super nerd who still doesn’t quite realize he got hot as a virgin who doesn’t blush and fall all over himself at the mere mention of sex. Which isn’t specifically a fandom trope, but an RP/fic/anime trope in general.

#aegisregalis #— ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴsᴀɪᴅ ( answered. )#— ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ’s sᴇᴀᴛ ( ooc. )#— ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴs ( minicanons. )#— ( *squints hard at the questions you've sent in*#long post

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renwritesstuff · 7 years ago

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17 for shaynor :D

“Height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes”

A clattering sound jarred Samantha Traynor awake. Her eyes were heavy and grainy as she rolled over to check the holo clock on the nightstand. The interface glowed a dull orange.

03:13 AM.

Ughhhhh. That’s too early for anything.

The soft sheets hissed under her movement as a chill snuck in under the covers, sending goosebumps up one arm (and down one bare thigh). Rolling over the other way, Sam groaned at the ceiling. “You’ve got to be bloody kidding me. You just got to sleep.”

I know. I was there.

It took… convincing.

…Twice.

There was a soft exhale-laugh a few feet away. “And then we got a distress signal and now I have to get up. Oo-rah.” The other woman’s voice was thick with amusement (and probably sleep).

Sam turned over to her right side now, craning her neck up from her pillow. She squinted at the woman before her.

Commander Annelise Shepard stood at her wall locker, the cabinets there staggered half-open to reveal pieces of bulky armor. Clad in a skin-tight underarmor, Shepard had finished assembling the boot, leg and waist pieces and was slowly working through the torso and shoulder armor. The wall glowed dimly, the gridded interface a checklist of suiting up procedure that the marine had long memorized.

A heavy helmet sat on Shepard’s own pillow, facing Sam in a rather unsettling way.

Stretching an arm out from under the warm covers, Sam ran a fingertip down the smooth visor of the red and black N7 helmet. Faintly etched in the surface was the HUD, as were a few deep grooves from stray bullets and Reaper strikes.

Her eyes looked past the helmet and Samantha favored Shepard with her best (…for 3AM) disapproving glare. “Have you ever considered delegating? Some have said—and this is not me, mind you—I’ve heard it said that you’re a bit of a control freak.” She wrinkled her nose with mock-apology.

The response was immediate as Annelise’s head whipped around, red strands following a second later to slap at her cheek. “Oh really? This from the woman whose overnight drawer is alphabetized?” Green eyes twinkled in challenge, though they were lined by heavy creases and almost bruise-like rings.

“It’s really quite efficient that way,” Sam agreed with a playful smile (though a small worry shivered up her chest, seeing just how tired Shepard really was).

“Uh huh,” Annelise retorted skeptically. Her fingers flew in practiced motions as they examined hard suit gloves and bracers next.

“…but seriously though? Can’t Ashley or Vega take this one? Let the Commander just Command for a change from the sidelines? The safe, warm, comfy sidelines…” Sam dropped her voice to a husky, enticing pitch. She arched her eyebrows and smiled.

Emphasis on “safe.”

This thing—this relationship—had been both the best and worst thing to ever happen to Samantha Traynor.

Because on top of (heh) calculating probabilities for quantum entanglement data, she now had a probability index for Annelise Shepard’s workouts, how likely she was to kiss Sam, and how many calories she needed for… certain things.

Unfortunately, Sam also had to factor in variables like “how many bullets until Shepard’s empty” or “how much time does Shepard have until that thing is going to explode” or “odds of survival, give or take Shepard’s absurd luck?”

It was both mind-blowingly rewarding and singularly exhausting for the Comms Specialist.

Take now, for example.

Annelise had slept a grand total of 15 hours over the past four days with an average of 3.75 hours a night. She required about 8,000 calories for an average day, double that for an active mission (supplemented by protein bars and hardsuit bio enchancements). Calorie burn was inversely proportional to sleep, so she was going to need more energy to stay on her feet.

Shepard was never one to restrain her efforts, either. She was forever all-in. With her crew, in battle, in spirit.

…except with herself, that is.

And that always worried Sam. Because while she could flit around Annelise on the Normandy and poke her incessantly about “you bloody well better have eaten or else,” that was infinitely more difficult thousands of kilometers away on a hostile planet or ship.

Oh, how Samantha worried now. …not that she didn’t worry before they had strangely fallen together. The only difference now was that she didn’t have to quietly fret at the galaxy map.

Now she could loudly fret from the comfort of Shepard’s bed.

Annelise stopped what she was doing and looked over at Sam. Her chin dropped and a sympathetic frown pulled her lips. “You know I command better with a shotgun,” Annelise said, her low voice laced with mirth.

Her footfalls were heavy as Shepard strode over and sat down on the bed next to Sam. The weight of even half her armor made for a serious dip in the mattress as Sam felt herself slide slightly closer.

Reaching over, Annelise tucked a few errant hairs behind Sam’s ear. Sam leaned into the touch and did her best to look as pouty and scowly as possible. It only made the woman’s cheeks turn with a tight, sad smile. “It is pretty comfy. Keep it warm for me?”

“A serious job, but I think I’m up for the challenge,” Samantha teased before kissing Annelise’s palm.

“Oh I don’t doubt it,” Annelise said seriously. With a sigh, she stood up and continued assembling the rest of her hard suit. There was no slouch or scowl to the Commander’s posture, just calm, focused effort.

Sam wanted to protest further. Coax and bribe and plead for her to say. But, she wouldn’t be Commander Shepard if she didn’t go and answer the call.

Bloody hell, I wish she were just a liiiiittle bit less noble.

…no you don’t, Traynor. You’re just bitchy and buggered.

Hmmmmph.

An airy voice pulled Sam out of her grousing. “So… do I get my good luck charm this time?” Annelise asked with a hopeful lilt.

Pushing the covers off, Samantha shivered in the night chill before rolling into a standing position. She hissed at the cold floor as she padded over to where Shepard was finishing the rest of her armor, the clasps closing with a dull metallic thud.

It was always breathtaking to see Shepard in her full, armored glory. She was a hulking presence. Her normal inch or two increase in height ballooned to a good six inch difference with the armor. It was even more dramatic for a tiny, trembling Samantha Traynor clad only in undies.

Arms open and outstretched, Annelise waited with a wide smile. Her eyes were closed in anticipation.

Sam leaned up to kiss her cheek… and leaned up and up and—

Sonofabitch!

She rapped a knuckle on the N7 emblem on Shepard’s breastplate to get the woman’s attention. “Sorry, darling. Either bend down or help a girl up. Otherwise…” Sam let the threat hang in the air.

When Annelise’s eyes opened in confusion, Sam gave a demonstration of her current issue. She craned her neck upward, then stood on her tiptoes, then attempted a small hop that barely crested the wide neck piece of the armor.

“See my ordeal?”

“Not at all,” Annelise said smugly. She gave a small bend at the waist, pursing her lips in a teasing fashion. But she kept her lips just out of reach from Sam’s stretch, even going so far as to jerk slightly out of the way when Sam hopped again.

“I don’t need this aggravation, darling,” Samantha said. “I can just go right back to bed while you go rescue kittens from trees. That are probably on fire.” She started to pull away, that bed so tantalizingly close.

But a gloved hand reached out and snagged her wrist. And there was no wriggling out of that grasp. Giving a dramatic sigh, Sam turned back and shot Annelise an expectant look.

A sad pout. “I’ll behave this time.”

This time, Sam felt the hairs stand up at the back of her neck as goosebumps pebbled up her arms. There was a faint crackle of blue energy around Annelise’s green eyes.

“You lazy cheater,” Sam announced as threads of biotic energy pulled at her armpits and under her knees to bring her up the requisite distance to be face-level with Shepard. “…are you quite pleased with yourself?”

“Quite, actually.” That full-lipped smile was mischievous.

“Mmhm,” Samantha muttered as she leaned forward and captured those lips in a deep kiss. She could feel Annelise’s smile against her cheeks and it was briefly infectious.

When Sam pulled away, a scathing rebuke was ready on her tongue. But she didn’t get the chance to utter it. With a flurry of movement, Sam felt her body jerk upright as she was hefted over Annelise’s armored shoulder, the plate digging into Sam’s tummy and thigh.

Sputtering in outrage, Sam was helpless as Annelise spun her around the cabin with a joyful laugh. She thumped a fist on the woman’s back, but the hardsuit just absorbed her feeble efforts with barely a slapping sound.

“It’s for good luck, Sam!” Annelise announced as she continued spinning.

“What is, making your girlfriend puke all over your lovely armor?!”

With a laugh, Annelise stopped and set Sam gently down on the bed. She hovered over Sam, eyes studying Samantha’s face with a warm crinkle. Annelise leaned down and kissed Sam hard this time. Sam suppressed a laugh of her own at the woman’s burst of energy.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Sam nuzzled her nose against Annelise’s cheek.

“You’re absolutely terrible. You know this, right?” she whispered.

“Can’t have you miss me too much,” Annelise stated matter-of-factly. “It’s bad luck.”

“I have a lot of questions about your superstitions.”

“You can ask. I might not answer.” That grin was wide and impossibly smug.

“Ugh. Go save the world already,” Sam scowled as she gave Annelise a last, petulant kiss.

The bed lurched as Shepard pushed herself off of Sam and went around the side to scoop up her helmet. She shot Samantha a warm wink before heading back to the armor locker and stowing all the open drawers and cabinets.

Reaching into Shepard’s side table by the bed, Sam pulled out a blueberry protein bar. She tossed it at the woman’s head. Shepard caught it mid-air with her biotics, her eyebrow quirking in question.

“Do eat something, darling. If you faint mid-battle because you were showboating in the bedroom, you won’t hear the end of it. Particularly from Garrus. Because I’m going to tell him.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Sam airily threatened as she made a show of checking her nails.

Scowling, Annelise unwrapped the bar and took a childish, deliberate bite. “Oo-rah, darling,” she retorted as she headed towards the cabin entrance. At the doorway, she turned back and gave a wide, crinkling smile.

Then disappeared as the door swished shut behind her.

Snuggling back under the covers, Sam closed her eyes for a few long minutes. Then she sighed and opened her Omni-tool to patch into the Normandy’s communications. From under her blanket fort, Samantha flicked through the interface to track Shepard’s progress.

When Annelise didn’t sleep, neither did she.

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fantasticpeep · 8 years ago

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Touch of Gravity

Dedicated to: @newtandtinainsidethesuitcase and @newt-loves-tina

Ship: Newtina (aF)

Prompt: Gah, I’m just winging it. Ive never seen the movies and I didn’t know they existed until, like, two and a half months ago.

Crossover: Alien (Covenant) and Jupiter (Ascending) AND a bit of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!

Word Count: 1,924

Warning: lONG AS HELL… AND KINDA SMUTTY

Author’s Note: HellOOOOO from your infamous Hufflepuff! I’m just coming back to life from the dead to writing again, so this is just a little pick me up. So, enjoy the really crappy and choppy writing, peeps! 💛

PS… If any of the plot of any movie I somehow included on here is incorrect, educate me. Seriously, I want to learn. 🙏🏼

He hungered for wealth, popularity, power, and sin, for all he ever devoted for in life was to keep his pain and scars from the past he could not bare to remember by forcing all of the war and chaos to his people. Because, simply, his life could not afford the free price of love into the depths of his hollow heart.

For it’s he who believes that the throne of destruction and gold could bring him to the key of life that will fulfill his empty jar of what a true heart needs…

APPROX. 6 TRILLION EARTH MILES LATER…

Possibly one second of shut-eye, then-…

“GOLDSTEIN! UP ON YOUR FEET!”

The thunderous voice of Percival Graves, the solid color of a gloom gray of a man was taking his wake up calls to a whole new level, since he’s been the Head Auror of the Mystical Department. Outer space too, so practically, it’s a win-win for him. For Tina, on the other hand, the hard-working auror, with her dark mud knots on her stress-diven hair gave her even more hell than knots.

Poor Tina was simply sick of working underneath for Graves, but she didn’t have much of a choice. To find the unknown wizard, who apparently was considered as a “God” in space, could be a huge stepping stone for her career.

Sooner or later, she was on a castle that… Wasn’t quite a castle. It was more like a dungeon with odd architectural structures and designs. It was on a rather impressive landscape, but it seemed uneasy to Tina. She was searching through the area as other aurors hunted through the perimeters. Graves was way far ahead, for he had no time for “unexperiences amateurs and unskilled wastes of space”

But she simply had no time to rant about her boss of an ass. She set her mind off to find this evil dark lord and dashed through dark, yet majestic corriders and long, hollow halls; She broke down each lock and door, investigating through each chamber and cell in each tower. Running through the top of the grand, bronze staircase that led to the very top of the castle, she stopped on her feet to where her eyes met a rather large den.

There she stood. A glass window across from her viewed the whole kingdom below and beyond. The dirty mud-colored crystal floors shined blindly here and there and the middle of the den was alost practically empty, though all there was, in the gorgeous lair, lays a throne facing towards the glass. The gold molded and shaped into the frame of the royal throne glimmers proudly in the sun’s colorless rays. She takes one step…

Then another…

Until…

A roar of a beast she doesn’t recognize blows her away off her feet and onto the floor. She frantically shuts her ears and her eyes to defend herself, but of course, that won’t do anything. Her dark, chestnut-colored wand was a couple feet too far from her, so she couldn’t reach her wand in time to give that monster a piece of her mind. So, with all she has around her, and with a strange, tube-like creature just prying around her, she yanks out a small dagger that was worn out and chipped on both ends. Tina stands on her fighting grounds and props her dagger into place.

“C'mon!”

She grips her dagger harder, her knuckles turning pale.

“FIGHT ME!

The slithering beast preps his battling ground, its glistening sapphire and amethyst eyes staring coldly deep into the depths of Tina’s soul. But she didn’t care; she was just as cold as she is to show who’s the real boss. The oversized reptile made a dash for Tina, its dangerously sharped beak charging for Tina, and she ran into battle as well. Her dangerous dagger pointed threateningly as the beast fiercely goes for the neck. They charged closer and closer to each other, ready to pound and kill. The beating adrenaline in both of their heavy hearts raved with mighty fiery and their eyes, contracted and bright. The shining dagger’s held high, coming down to the malicious beast’s fascinating scales, until…

“NO!”

Tina’s distracted! She turns over to see who’s voice protested as the beast swerved to the side and slammed it’s grand body against Tina’s, making her fly and crash back to the ground, her dagger now lost from her grip. The beast is frozen; calm. Its eyes laid on someone in the shadows; heavy and steady breaths escape from the beast as its master steps out of the dark. Tina watched the mysterious man sneak out of the shadows, realizing that it was the god who rules the whole kingdom.

She had to keep in mind that this man, standing in grace was the enemy, but, goddamn…

He was… Fine…

To summarize her thirst, she had to swallow to prevent drooling from the corner form her mouth. Before she could say anything, the brightly-colored, soft-gingered man walked with cotton in each of his steps as he sweetly babied his creature. His hands gestures with such sugar on the scales of the beast, which was apparently an Occamy based by what he whispers…

His head tapped on the Occamy’s meteor-sized head, his almond eyes gently shut and a thin line of a gentle, loving smile plastered on his face as he whispers honey-dipped bits and words to his “baby.” With each stroke from his roughly-edged, scar-ridden hands swimming through the skin of the Occamy, it was a motherly-child bond. You could view the muscular man expand his lips more and more as he feeds fatty affection and love to his child. Tina couldn’t look away as she, of course, checked the man out.

Aside from being hideously drenched in gold and metal clothing and accessories, the man was gorgeous. A six-pack successfully sculptured on the base of his stomach as it outlines the shadow of each pack from the ray. Veins and muscles popped out majestically like a professional-created pop-up book. And the jawline on the evil man, she couldn’t blink. But she shook her head and slapped her conscience back to reality.

“H-hey!”

The man looked in her direction, brows crooked in a coldly and annoyed manner. The Occamy was still mesmerized by his mother, but an eye was carefully watching poor Tina. She rose up to her feet, trying to seem tough. Her wand laid on the other side of the den and it wouldn’t reach her grasp in time to fight back. She’d be killed.

“Who–… W-who are you?! I know what sinister things you’ve done, and I’m taking you in for it!”

The lord stared for a second, flabbergasted from the sudden bravery from the weak woman standing in front of her. Then, he smiled; he chuckled as he looked away. He was amused by the pretty woman’s determination to “capture him” from his will. Interesting…

He walked from one side of the den to the other as he was being watched with each step. The Occamy disappeared elsewhere, so it was simply just him and Tina. His voice, then, began to fill the uncomfortable silence that dropped in the room heavily as he continued to stroll with ease and ego.

“Right… Well, forgive me if I didn’t introduce myself in a… Respectful manner. My darling Occamy can be quite protective of me, and I usually try to be a gentleman to… Unexpected invaders who DARE come to cross onto my royal grounds,” he looked at Tina for a second, meeting each other’s paths as he looked at Tina from head to toe, “and usually… When it comes to invaders like your… Buddies of yours… I show no mercy. I force upon them the pain of their consequences and feed off of their murderous screams…“

Tina breathed out, “You’re-… You are insane…”

The mysterious man chuckled, “Newt… Newton Artemis Fido Scamander…”

He look towards the auror’s direction. He was quite attracted to her, but he showed no emotion. He soon started walking towards her.

“I know you… You’re just simply an Auror… an auror of… MACUSA, I believe… Yes, I know you… and your life,” he was halfway from her, “I’ve been learning so much from you… You’re… incredibly fascinating and… Damn, you are so…Beautiful…”

Soon enough, he was eye to eye with her, the space between them was highly arousing. Tina tried to remember that this man did horrible things to many witches and wizards, but this Newt fellow was… Sensitive. Though Newt had something in mind. By getting Tina under his arms, he’ll have control of both worlds soon.

Newt crashed his lips into her’s, the movement between each other’s lips were rough and passionate. Tina couldn’t push away; she was enjoying this too much. The way how his tongue roams around, soft breaths escaping as they simultaneously try to catch some air. Tina dances along, fitting in together as she wraps her arms around his neck, her body extremely close to Newt’s. His hands sneaks around the back of Tina’s skin, moaning softly against her lips as he squeezes her tighter, feeling around for the hooks of her bra. Tina played along, her hands traveling to mess the tidy locks of his hair into what makes it look like a messy mop of bouncy, auburn curls. Until, Newt pushes her against the nearest wall, his body still against her’s. His lips traveled from her lips to the crook of her jawline. His fingers were greedy around her body, just like how he always was. Tina was shocked. She was going to be taken by the evil Scamander after all!

She pushed Newt off, pointing an accusing against against him as she growls, “I know what you’re doing…”

Her finger was pressed harshly against his bare chest as she threatens in a whisper close to his face, “You. Don’t. Own me.”

Soon enough, she snatched her wand from behind him and rounded up the other aurors and Percival up to the den. Newt was soon under arrest, his yummy, yet demonic look in his eye was kept on Tina as he was brought down to his knees and was brought to an arrest. Tina looked away, tidying up her appearance from the hot moment as Percival walks up to her with his muscular hands on his waist.

“Well done, Goldstein. How did you do it?”

She shrugged, a light shade of crimson appearing on her cheeks, “Just… The normal thing…”

She believed, as Newt was pushed out of the castle, that this would be the last she’ll see him. Not until later tonight, they wrapped up their… Sensual, unfinished business in Newt’s iron-bounded cell when everyone was gone and out of sight.

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I’m sorry if that was rushed and sloppy! I had to get this out of the way before the school week begins again, but I promise you, it WILL be better! 💛

#jupiter ascending #alien covenant #fantastic beasts and where to find them #crossover #newt scamander #tina goldstein #fbawtft #newtina #kchessee #this is some twisted stuff right here #it's sloppy i know

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andyfrills · 8 years ago

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Andy’s FanFic Log 13/03/2017

Hello again! This time I decided that I’d add a fic count to the log to make keeping these consistent a little easier. And also because I was curious how much I actually get through… (Of course it doesn’t include the fics I leave out.) I’ll also be going back and adding a count to the previous logs as well.

Fic Count: 38 Fandoms this Log: Voltron, Yuri!!! on Ice.

※ I end up reading a lot of random shit. Until I’m a bit more comfortable I might censor a few things out, but there will be explicit fics, darker themes, crazy plots, and insane ships amongst all the sugar and fluff I find around the place. So the really important thing is to carefully read the warnings that I occasionally give & that are on the fic itself, and back away if it’s not for you.

Other posts in this little series can be found under the read fanfiction tag on my page~

This is a long one, so let’s get started!

Voltron

red down a dead end by anihanki Words: 2.3k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance (Keith/Lance) Keith’s elbow is perched on the open window, heat beating down on him and sweat dripping down his neck. ‘So soak it all up, let it sink in,’ plays softly in the background, in harmony to the traction of the wheels on the pavement. From the corner of his eyes, he watches Lance as they pass by the desert. ~ I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would! It was really well written with just the right sprinkling of angst before a heartwarming ending~ <33

Fight for Your Life by maychorian Words: 10k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): None (All platonic) A collection of ficlets based on prompts from tumblr. ~ A nice set of one-shots, drabbles, and prompts :)

i just want you to know who i am by Kyoshu_Koi Words: 10k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance "It's you!" Keith screamed, "It's always been you." Or the fic where I combine every possible soulmate au together into one big mess ~ A heartwarming soulmate au <3

Do What's Familiar by screwitimironman Words: 13k, Rating: Mature, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Klance, Shallura (Shiro/Allura), Hunk/Shay (Maybe according to the author) When Keith starts losing his natural magical ability his world turns upside down and no one seems to be able to help him. If he can't use his magic, he can't protect Altea, and Zarkon's dark forces will overcome the proud magical capital. It doesn't help that he has to also deal with the sudden appearance of a sleek blue cat who harasses Keith through his bathroom window, and a worrisome reoccurring dream of a beautiful naked boy writhing in his bed. Hopefully the Red Paladin can win his familiar's trust and regain the strength to protect the city, before it is left in shambles ~ Awesome so far! Can't wait to read more!

Never Part Of The Plan by ohluminati Words: 6.6k, Rating: G, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Shatt (Shiro/Matt ~ Seriously fandom. This was the ship name we had to choose?), Klance, Past Shallura, Hunk/Shay This was never part of the plan. Keith had agreed to help but this... this was something entirely different . He had never intended to fall in love, but here he was standing on a street corner in the freezing cold kissing a boy he had hated only a month ago. ~ Interesting so far :)

Entangled by mackerelmademedoit Words: 101k, Rating: Mature, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron's fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon. Needless to say, when he'd wished for a 'bonding moment' with Lance, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. ~ This is awesome! I love this fic!! I'm a sucker for this type of story too ww

A Contract of Sorts by BoyBitingDemon Words: 3.5k, Rating: Teen, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Klance Only Lance would end up forging a contract with a god. I mean, he didn't have much of a choice, but at least they're not hell bent on universal domination. That's a plus at least. ~ Cool concept and interesting so far! It'll be nice seeing where it goes~

Deep End by Nymphcos Words: 11k, Rating: Teen (Maybe Mature imo), Status: Wip Relationship(s): Says Hance (Hunk/Lance) & Shallura, but it’s actually Shiro/Matt/Lance... I think. When Lance arrives at The Garrison as a cargo pilot, he wishes he could go home. When Keith leaves, he expects to be respected by the teachers. When he joins Voltron, he thinks he might finally get the attention he deserves. He's wrong about a lot of things, but he hopes he's not wrong about the trust in his fellow paladins. Lance never expected for no one to answer his call for help. All he got was frustrated groans telling him to handle it. He doesn't handle it. ~ I have a feeling this is going to be really good! I might be wrong, but I hope I'm not. Even though this is rated teen the torture, psychological torture, and depression are rather prominent so it may be wise to treat this as a slightly higher rating.

Discovery Channel by DracoNorth Words: 11k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance Lance grit his teeth as Keith bit around his collarbone, he could feel the sharp sting of the mark and already could tell it would be one of the darkest ones Keith had ever given him. Just as the two were about to about to argue again, the door to the shower room swung open and all the blood within their bodies slowly turned to ice. Shiro walked in with a black towel slung low around his hips as he absently scratched at the back of his head and yawned, his eyes closed as he passed by the two's shared stall. “Do you think he noticed?” Lance murmured softly to Keith as they continued to watch their leader's back, the two of them slowly drifting apart from one another. “I noticed.” ~ I almost didn't read this one because of the second-hand embarrassment I was getting at the start. Not a bad fic all in all, but prepare for a lot of inconvenient cockblocking.

you, me, and our cooties make three by sanctimonials Words: 1.1k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Heith (Hunk/Keith ~ I think that’s the ship name...) “How do I kill these kids and not go to jail for it?” Hunk blinked. It was just too early for this nonsense. Or, alternatively, Hunk and Keith aren't very good field trip chaperones. ~ An intermission of fluffy Heith fluff for all your fluffy needs. <3 Well, it's actually a bit short for all of your fluffy needs, but I really liked that sentence so it gets to stay.

Head Over Heels by saecchii Words: 6.6k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Shance (Shiro/Lance) Shiro gains a new roommate, who he is absolutely smitten with. ~ Fluffy smut. Better than I first expected it to be. :)

Fools Rush In by redburn Words: 8.1k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Wip Relationship(s): Klance Keith is a struggling musician just needing to pay the rent. Lance is a high-end prostitute with a heart of gold. They meet when Keith accepts the job as Lance's new driver and sometimes bodyguard. ~ This looks like it's going to be really good too! I'm looking forward to following it.

At Least I've Got You In My Head by seasonalreign Words: 1.8k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Sheith (Shiro/Keith), Shklance (Shiro/Keith/Lance ~ I was half joking about that name in the tags last week, but I actually saw it being used as the ship name... So fine, it’s what I’ll use.) Suddenly he crashes into something. He frowns, turning around. Lance couldn't remember a tree being there, and he definitely didn't remember trees having strong arms that could wrap around a person's waist. And they're there. Shiro and Keith. They're there, staring at him like this is a dream, like they can't believe they're looking at Lance. And suddenly all of Lance's buried feelings, all his forgotten memories are rushing back with the intensity equal to that of the rapids in a wide river. ~ I feel this could have been a bit longer and slightly more fleshed out, but still a nice fic.

It takes a team to clean by Callin Words: 3.8k, Rating: Not Rated (G), Status: Complete Relationship(s): None The team wants to start cleaning the Lions on their own, but when things don't go as planned, will they be able to fix the mess they made? ~ A nice sequel fic to scruba dub dub, lions in the tub. :)

Calling Home by SeveralSmallHedgehogs Words: 2.6k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): None (Klance if you really squint) Coran, with Hunk's help, has managed to make something similar to a cell phone. The best part? It can reach earth. So, the Paladins do what everyone does when they're homesick. ~ Aww this one is really sweet <3

Traveling Light But Heavy-Hearted by fruitygelpens Words: 7.6k, Rating: Mature, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Hance Usually when Lance was sad, he had Hunk to comfort him through his depressive mood-dips. He would pull him into a classic Hunk Hug and let him cry on his shoulder or just talk. Lance loved being enveloped in Hunk's warmth, and soaked up every bit of it whenever he got the chance. When Lance was with Hunk, he was warm. But right now, Lance was cold. ~ I was promised fluff and I was not disappointed. :) Very heartwarming stuff right here~

I'm Not Standing Still by Holtron Words: 2.6k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Shatt When Shiro wakes to find himself safely aboard the castle-ship, there's someone unexpected who's been waiting for him--and finding a home for himself among the paladins. ~ A nice little thing :)

Breathless by Adventures_in_Writing Words: 1.8k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance Keith is finding that on more occasions than he cares to count, that Lance makes him breathless. ~ A good, fluff injected piece~

Cold Toes by Kitaya_Li Words: 344, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Hance Lance is prone to getting cold toes and it’s something that everyone on board the castle ship finds out at one point or another ~ Cute! Short... But cute!

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia Words: 18k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Thace/Ulaz One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son. ~ I didn't realise I'd enjoy reading baby Keith being looked after by the blade of marmora as much as I did when I read this. It's good! Go read it!

helianthus by procellous Words: 16k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Shatt Prince Matthew went missing when he was a baby, stolen away from his nursery while everyone slept. Matt has never left his tower in his life; it's always been just him and his over-protective mother. Shiro wants no part in helping some random tower-boy make his way to the kingdom. Even if he is cute. And looks suspiciously like Princess Katie. And is the right age to be the missing prince. And has the same name. And grew up in a tower completely separate from the world. Oh, for f**k's sake. ~ Better than I expected. But warning for described animal death, I almost cried… Please don't read this if you don't think you can deal with reading it, it's an unavoidable scene.

Diplomacy by Cassbuttstiels Words: 5.4k, Rating: Mature, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance In which Keith and Lance of course have to room together and share the same tiny bed for three consecutive nights. Cue rapid escalation ~ Good fic! Thumbs up for paladins in unconventional fashion~~

To Be A Caretaker by Chloe_Hallow_Eve Words: 2.8k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): None After Shiro is gone, everyone grieves in their own ways. Those ways aren't necessarily healthy. Lance tries to make sure the others are taking care of themselves. ~ Nice fic!

A Shot at Love by princedeadend Words: 4.6k, Rating: Mature, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance “Which Keith? Oh god. Uh, he had a few mixed drinks earlier and then he moved on to tequila shots when I got busy and couldn’t keep an eye on him.” Lance glances through the window and sees that Keith is avoiding Glenn who is trying his damndest to get Keith to come down off the bar. Shiro sighs deeply. “Okay Lance, you’re dealing with Tila Tekeithla now.” ~ Omg drunk Keith yes. Don't envy having that much tequila though, that shit is messed up.

Neither the Time Nor the Place by Megan Words: 3k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Sheith This seems like a thing that should have come up before, either in sparring practice or while arranging themselves in too-small regulation beds. Why hasn't it come up before? Is it just not a normal week unless Keith's physical makeup is finding yet another new and inconvenient way to surprise him? Oh, hey, you can open Galra doors and use quintessence! You're half Galra, by the way! Did we mention that you'd really like Shiro to hold you down and have his way with you? ~ Didn't absolutely love it. But hey! It's still pretty good.

learning curve by scriveyner (trismegistus) Words: 2.8k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Shklance A story in which Lance Learns Things. ~ Pretty much pure smut this one. Enjoy ;)

Junkyard by Quiddity Words: 2.5k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Shance Fill for kingsdoodles prompt: "Maybe like the first time Shiro realized he was in love with Lance?" ~ Hey, look! A little bit of fluff!

Staring at the Ceiling in the Dark by thebestworstthing Words: 3k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): None Deep down, some part of Katie thinks that maybe she just got used to being a boy, to being Pidge Gunderson. A different part thinks, “I was born a girl so that’s what I must be.” Even though she knows that that isn’t how things work, that if it was Lance or Hunk — or anyone really — saying these things she would literally slap them until they started talking sense again. ~ Omg, this one made me want to hug both Pidge and the author! I can really relate to it and their feelings around being agender (I sometimes am as well, since it's in the range of my genderfluidity). Experiences obviously differ between different people, but go read it anyway! And leave the author some love~ They deserve it!

Castle on the Hill by GamerAlexis Words: 11k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance “You’re going to be my new friend, Keith!” Lance cheered, resting both hands heavily on Keith’s wheelchair and jumping up and down. “I don’t have any friends here yet but I’m not worried. I make friends real fast, like you! You’re just the first, which makes you my best friend.” “I’ve, uh, never had a best friend before,” Keith confessed softly. “I guess I’ll have to be your first!” Lance declared ~ Absolutely loved this one! It's very heartwarming~

Dream, Seam by ardett Words: 4.9k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): None Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does. ~ Really well written, I enjoyed this one!

Core Relationship by agok Words: 18k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Klance Every four years the Alteans host a giant party called the Core Alliance Celebration in honor of their alliance with the Galra. Prince Lance is ready to meet some new people and relax from his responsibilities for a week, until he meets Keith, a Galra soldier who isn't interested in anything the festivities have to offer. ~ I enjoyed this one too! But I think an epilogue would have rounded it off really nicely. I'm not sure if the author is still considering writing one or not...

Yuri!!! on Ice

Blossoming by novocaine_sea Words: 5.8k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): SaraMila (Sara Crispino/Mila Babicheva) Sara’s finally free to date men and doesn’t know where to start. Mila shows her something better than what men have to offer. ~ I don't actually know what to say about this one ww it is a pretty good fic, but be prepared to read past Sara being spelt as Sala the whole way through.

Wings by maygunbun Words: 2.2k, Rating: G, Status: Complete (T^T) Relationship(s): Victuuri (Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri) Street artist Katsuki Yuuri wakes up to find that his wall art has been altered by the famous Viktor Nikiforov. From there, the two get to know each other despite having never met face-to-face, for a picture speaks a thousand words. ~ Why is this not longer! T^T I'm seriously crying a bit because here I was loving this and preparing myself for an awesome long-ass fic when it ends. I'm so sad that such an amazing fic doesn't have a continuation.

The Best Men by kiaronna Words: 4.7k, Rating: Not Rated (Teen?), Status: Complete Relationship(s): ChulaCometti (Phichit Chulanont/Christophe Giacometti), Victuuri Just as Viktor lives to surprise, Christophe Giacometti lives to scandalize, to sensationalize. But innocent little Phichit Chulanont is proving to be an impossible victim. OR: where Christophe tries very hard to get under one Thai skater’s skin, and instead finds himself all over the younger skater’s Instagram feed and wrapped around his finger. ~ Awesome fic!

life and love by novocaine_sea Words: 12k, Rating: G, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. ~ Great fic! I'm a sucker for artist aus and I absolutely loved this one! <3

Ink on Ice by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia) Words: 43k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri Because a mangaka and figure skater just didn’t mix together. Or so people thought until they saw Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov. ~ Omg this is beautiful! TwT I cried happy tears because of this.

The Plot Twist We Deserved by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia) Words: 2.5k, Rating: Teen, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky were otaku, obsessed over a manga series 'On ICE!!!' which was written by Katsuki Yuuri-sensei. See how the two fanboys gushing over their favorite manga and annoyed the hell out of Katsuki Yuuri. ~ Thankfully some lighthearted fun after the main story above.

a sense of limerence by crunchrapsupreme Words: 10k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete Relationship(s): Victuuri “So, do you like to skate, Yuuri?” Victor asks, retracting his hand. Yuuri flushes and ducks his head. “Ah - I’ve actually never ice skated in my life.” ~ A trope I don't often read (somehow I don't come across it as much as you'd expect) but this was really nice.

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itsworn · 7 years ago

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The Terrible Twos: Looking For Mustang II Parts? Look Right Here

If you’ve never been to the Carlisle All Ford Nationals in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, then you don’t understand how huge the event is, especially the swap meet area, which covers about 50 percent of the fairgrounds. During the 2017 Carlisle Ford show, we devoted nearly an entire day to wandering through the swap meet looking for killer deals on Mustang and Ford parts, and interesting things to cram into our luggage for the trip home.

That’s when we stumbled upon a rarity in the Mustang world: a table full of Mustang II dash inserts, sheetmetal, and trim parts. Standing in the booth pimping his wares in true P.T. Barnum style with a megaphone was Vincent Tripi (19), along with his older brother Philip Jr. (22). Behind them were two enclosed trailers packed to the rafters with nothing but Mustang II parts. For this author, a Mustang II nut constantly on the hunt for elusive II parts, it was like finding the Holy Grail in that huge warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark. I had to know more.

Philip Tripi Sr. is a car guy and has had several Mustangs, including a 1966 model that he showed with his boys, which got them interested in cars. They pulled their first engine and worked on it when they were 13 and 15 years old, and began to get into cars on their own. Phil Jr. was the first to dip his toe into the Mustang II world when a buddy’s bragging about fixing up his Vega with his father prompted Phil to look for his own car, eventually finding a ’78 Mustang II on Craigslist for cheap. He rebuilt that car using a parts car, and when it was done he listed the parts car on Craigslist and was shocked at the money he got out of it. Younger brother Vince liked Phil’s car, so he got one himself, also a 1978 II. He built it up, selling the parts he didn’t use.

Those Craigslist- and eBay-listed parts began to generate a shocking income for the guys. It was then that they saw the untapped market in Mustang II parts and ramped up their efforts in finding, parting out, and reselling Mustang IIs—which very few other people do. It has mushroomed into the outfit we stumbled upon at Carlisle, way back in the corner of the swap meet, nearly hidden from view.

As we got to talking with Phil and Vincent, it became obvious that these are two young guys who are dedicated to the concept of having fun with cars and friends, while also studying and competing in athletics year-round. Their Terrible Twos business that had humble, almost lucky beginnings has mushroomed into a legit moneymaker. It has two dually pickups, two enclosed trailers, a car dolly (that Vince bought years ago for $600), and a 2000 Ford school bus converted into a western-themed RV that pulls one of the trailers and serves as their hotel room at the various swap meets they attend. And it all happened as both boys competed in three sports (soccer, track, and wrestling, lettering in all three), went to school (college now for both of them) full time, and maintained good grades. As their dad Philip Sr. told us, “ They kept their noses clean and out of trouble.”

Inside one of those trailers, as you can see in the photos here, are rows of file cabinets organized with all the small parts. With two complete trailer loads of parts, if you’re looking for a part for a Mustang II, it’s probably in there. If it’s not, they have eight or nine parts cars at home (with more being added or subtracted every day) and loads more parts that won’t fit in the trailers. They make good money but are smart about it, investing most of it back into the business in order to build it. They don’t have a fancy website or marketing agency helping get the word out—that’s all done by word of mouth from satisfied customers and a lot of action on eBay and Craigslist, as well as swap meets like the one at Carlisle where we discovered them.

In a time when the Mustang II is still looked down upon and made the redheaded stepchild of the Mustang world, the Tripis have discovered a gold mine by selling Mustang II parts and cars, filling a void that is sadly enormous. Will the Mustang II market ever be as big as the early cars? That’s seriously doubtful, but it’s great to find people that are passionate about any kind of car, especially the forgotten Mustang II. It’s even more reassuring to discover two young people who are hardcore into having fun with cars, and hardcore enough to start and grow a business dedicated to them.

This is the Tripis’ Terrible Twos outfit that you’ll find at select swap meets—this was at the 2017 Carlisle Ford Nationals. Very organized and everything is easy to find.

This is the earliest photo of Philip Jr. with a Mustang, his dad’s 1966 K-code fastback that he bought when Phil was 2 years old and sold when he was 8 years old.

The first engine that Vincent ever pulled, when he was 13, was a 429 out of a 1972 Thunderbird. Vincent said he has it saved in the barn for his 1954 Ranch Wagon Pro Street Ghostbusters car he is currently building. This photo shows them working on a 302 from a car that they were parting out, some time later.

Here’s a parts car on the dolly they bought for $600.

Here are pics of Phil Jr.’s 2003 F-250 XLT 4×4 truck that was used to start the business and also provide transportation to high school every day.

Another of the Tripis’ tow rigs/room for the night is this sweet Ford school bus that they converted into an RV with a western theme inside—a father/son project between Phil Sr. and Vince Tripi.

These are the guys’ personal cars. Phil’s gray 1978 T-top car is named Reverend Burnout, and was bought as a four-cylinder car off of Craigslist for only $750, but without a title. Philip said, “This is the car that started the Mustang II business. Everybody knows ‘Do not ever let me catch you near my car let alone touch it!’ or even let me catch them in the garage just looking at this car, even if it’s covered.” They tracked down the title to a man in Alden, New York, who assumed the car was junked long ago. The car was in the Tripis’ town parade, and Phil Jr. drove a contestant for the Tulip Festival Queen Pageant while she sat out of the T-tops. It also placed twice in the MCA regional show with Third Place the first year and Second Place the next year, to Vincent’s red-and-black Cobra. The paint on the Reverend is “Eleanor Gray and Eleanor Black” that was custom-mixed in Los Angeles and shipped to the painter in New York. The drivetrain is a 325hp small-block with an automatic trans and 3.80:1 posi rear, and has run 9.40 in the eighth-mile. Phil told us, “Usually the only one to ride in the car is me alone and a big brown stuffed monkey as my co-pilot that I put in the driver’s seat at cruises and shows. I’ve only taken about three girls out with the car, as the car goes for only one joyride a year that is not a cruise night, drag racing, or a car show. All three girls said they can open their own doors and I replied with a smile, ‘Yes, but I don’t trust people around my car.’”

The yellow ’76 Mach 1 was originally Phil Sr.’s car that he bought out of North Carolina and later sold to Vincent, who took the hood, 351 engine, transmission, and rear end for his red Cobra. He put a 302 in the yellow car, added a teardrop hood and black bucket seats and used it as a daily driver.

Vincent’s pride and joy is this Cobra II that he regularly races at the local drag strip. He originally got it as a driver while building a 501ci 1968 Eleanor project, which he was really excited about, until he had a big change of mind and sold the ’68 to focus on the King Cobra. Philip told us, “My brother wasn’t kidding when he said he went all out as every piece on his car is red or black no matter what it is or how small.” Vince had O&L Speed Shop build the 351W he pulled from a Mach 1, and Dan Fox Racing built the automatic trans (with reverse manual valve body) and 4.11-geared rearend. The now-357ci engine makes 440 hp, and the car runs in the eights in the eighth-mile. Phil said, “My brother loves racing the older guys at the track, and especially young kids at the track on our local Wednesday night Fast and Furious nights, as they look down at him because he is in a Mustang II. However, all they ever see are the car’s taillights down the track. This car doesn’t just throw you back in the seat—it literally implants you there when it launches. Even being Vincent’s brother I won’t ride down the track with him as his car scares the hell outta me when you put it to the floor. The best way to put it is if you see his red-and-black Cobra on the street don’t line up next to him at a light because you will get embarrassed.”

Vincent’s car is kind of a restomod, as his King Cobra air dam and flares are molded into the body of the car. Inside is a four-point rollcage with modern-style Cobra racing buckets up front. The car also has a “whoo loo” horn that does 60 different sounds that Vincent plays constantly at car shows. Phil Jr. said, “It all comes together beautifully though along with my brother’s work, as he placed first in 1970-1979 Mustang Custom at the Regional Mustang show.”

Vincent’s Cobra and ’87 GT convertible. The Fox body only had 40,000 original miles on it for $5,500 in show-ready condition. He drove it for a year and added 1,000 miles, then sold it for a profit for $7,500.

This is Vincent’s 1978 coupe that has only 63,000 miles on it.

Parts cars in the backyard.

Another automotive hobby that the Tripi brothers like is demolition derby. Phil said, “We run the local derby every year at the Erie County (NY) Fair. I’m more into bigger cars like my orange ’78 LTD or Jurassic Park ’90 Crown Vic and try to have my cars represent movie cars, like my black Death Race car I did out of cardboard. My brother, on the other hand, it doesn’t matter what kind of car he has in the derby. For this hobby, we are two complete opposites—I’m completely wild out there and have been threatened to be banned for being so wild. I have landed on top of cars and lit one of my own cars on fire before, just from being wild; while my brother is more controlled, with careful, planned-out hits as he waits for me to take out as many cars as I can—which is on average seven cars before I find some crazy way to take myself out. Then my brother plans his hits for the last few cars. We joke that I’m like the Navy Seals going into battle and cleaning house as much as I can, and my brother is like the President doing light work and getting all the credit for making it to the finals through the qualifying heat.”

Vincent Tripi is also one of the youngest competitors to ever run in a state fair finals heat when he competed at only 16 years old at the New York State Fair, representing all of Erie County against 43 other counties. He said, “When we originally got there my dad and I walked through the competition and were shocked at how much these cars were protected. With stop sign steel going over the roof of cars and bars down the doors. I didn’t have any of that stuff except one two-point bar behind my seat.” Vincent still managed to place 13th out of 43 counties at only 16 years old, with the next youngest competitor to make it to that heat being in their thirties.

This is before and after of Phil Jr.’s 2004 4×4 Ranger that was all but destroyed by a drunk driver before they got it and had the whole thing rebuilt in only 36 days, with custom lights, a real OEM ’69 Cougar Eliminator hood scoop, rollbar, 17-inch rims…the works. Phil said, “This truck has competed in multiple shows and is drag raced almost every week in the summer with usually one or two passes a week, but don’t let the show truck look fool you—it knows all about hitting the trails in the back of the farm, and I run it every day in the summer as my daily driver. It originally had 58,000 miles when I got it and today, four years later, it has 89,000.

Philip said, “How could I be the CEO of the largest Mustang II business and not have a true numbers-matching King Cobra?” So he got this original car from Maryland. The car was originally found as a package deal with two other parts cars by a customer who called the boys letting them know about a man who had three Mustang IIs for sale down the street. We were all set up to go get the cars and Philip was ecstatic about getting his hands on the King, but the seller backed out and it seemed the cars were lost until the owner called them back a year later. On the way home from the World Police and Fire Games, where Phil Sr. won his second gold medal and was sleeping/calling everyone he knew in the back of the SUV, they drove to where the cars were and had to dig them out of mud that was halfway up the doors. Phil Jr. said, “All I was thinking was ‘holy @#$# how are we gonna pull this off with an Explorer and little Harbor Freight winch without ripping this car in half? Thinking how rotted out it must be.’ After an hour and a half of struggling we pull the King out of the mud. To our amazement the underbody was solid like I’ve never seen. I kicked my brother out of the driver’s seat cause even though it was getting winched onto a dolly, I’m the only person driving my King. This was a bad move because as soon as I sat down and grabbed that steering wheel I had a mouse run right up the inside of my pant leg. I dove out of the car into the mud and it looked like I was having a massive, overly dramatic seizure on the ground. My father just looks over at me totally losing it on the ground yelling ‘What in God’s name are you doing?’” Phil Sr. and Vince still get a laugh to this day around Phil Jr., as they are about to pull another car into the shop saying did you check for mice or snakes first. The King Cobra is just about to undergo a full restoration, and Phil said, “Everybody better watch out because the lift will be tied up awhile at Nationals with this King when it’s done, and winning First Place. This car isn’t just to show that I have the best King Cobra, but also to show that at Terrible Twos, WE ARE THE BEST!”

Contact the Terrible Twos

Like we said earlier, the Tripis don’t have a website, and would rather we don’t share their cell phone numbers here, but you can find them on Craigslist and eBay Motors under the handle lenseking2 or email them at [email protected] or [email protected].

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List: Things That Only Tom Hardy Can Make Sexy

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List: Things That Only Tom Hardy Can Make Sexy

Have you been watching Taboo on BBC1? Oh my lord. It’s very good – very good. It’s sort of a cross between an incredibly dark and violent Dickens story and something bleak and hopeless and beautiful, like, I don’t know, The Piano. The art direction is amazing, the plot is weird-but-interesting, the costumes and the sets completely capture everything that London in the year 1814 would have been. Stinking, dangerous, dimly-lit…

And then there’s Tom Hardy. Now look. I do happen to think – and I say this without any hint of irony – that Hardy is one of the best, most immensely talented actors of our time. I’d like to point that out first, because the following list reduces him to something of a nightshirt-wearing tattooed Sex God. All tongue-in-cheek, of course, but I’d hate for anyone to think that I’d ignored his actual skills…

In Taboo, Hardy plays the disturbed James Delaney who returns from a long spell in Africa to inherit his father’s shipping empire. Now this man, Delaney, is everything unsexy that you could possibly think of. He’s always covered in horse poo or blood or weird magical powders – he looks dirty, I mean really dirty, and he has previously had many sessions of sexytime with his own sister. So, y’know, by all rights this is not a character we should be even remotely attracted to. But then it’s Tom Hardy, and Tom Hardy was even sexy as Bane, the psychopathic masked baddie in Batman, so why is it even a surprise that he can make ingrained dirt and nineteenth-century sewer smells into a bonus attribute?

Here’s my list of things that only Tom Hardy can make sexy – I’m limiting this to things in Taboo, otherwise we’d be here all bloody year…

Mumbling: I swear I can only hear three out of every ten words that James Delaney says, but who the hell cares? Hardy could read out the Argos catalogue and it’d still be hot.

Killing: shouldn’t be sexy, especially when it involves hacking through a ribcage to retrieve a heart, and especially when it takes place at the “outdoor lavatories” (imagine the smell!), but he has such a fabulous look on his face when he’s concentrating. And I reckon, in a parallel universe, he’d be great at preparing sushi – his knife skills are quite exemplary.

Smelling: I mean. The man is either covered in horse manure, stinking mud or other people’s blood, and he wades into rivers fully-clothed. Then dries himself in those same clothes. (Why would you not just take them off? She says. Salivating.) He must absolutely reek, but still: sexy. When his housekeeper pulls off his boots, you can almost see the steam rising out of them – who cares? HE’S TWO ITEMS CLOSER TO NAKED.

Nightshirts: no man can look good in a nightshirt. Hardy looks excellent – and I mean excellent – in a nightshirt. (Sorry, couldn’t find a picture of him in a nightshirt so I put the above naked one up instead.) His nightshirt in Taboo is cut to just the right height – whoever decided on the length of that nightshirt (what a job to have!) deserves a medal.

Hard Boiled Eggs: the only human in the history of all mankind to have ever looked sexy eating a whole hard boiled egg. He just pops the whole thing in and chews. (Episode 2, was it?)

Stupid Hats: only Hardy could pull off wearing a hat that looks as though it should belong to a Satanic Lion Tamer. And he actually looks cool – the big coat, collar up, the big hat, everything in black – expect something Taboo-inspired when fashion week next comes around…

Ghosts: James Delaney’s dead mother looks like the girl from that horrendous film, The Ring, but thirty years on. That’s what decades of being stuck down a well would do to you. Despite this horrible apparition popping up every time Delaney tries to have sex/a bath, he remains unflappably hunky. I’m notoriously scaredy-cat when it comes to ghosts and ghouls and so on, but in Taboo I’ve barely flinched – too busy looking at good old Tom and his distracting tattoos.

Tattoos: oh yes, the distracting tattoos. Big black bands that look as though they’ve been drawn on with a giant marker pen, they would look laughable on anyone else, but Hardy (are you beginning to realise the depths of my appreciation for TH?) wears them with aplomb. Here he is naked – just so you can see the tattoos. Educational.

Digging a grave: why would anyone look hot digging a grave? I don’t know, but Mr Tom manages it. Perhaps it’s because it’s the grave for his sister’s husband, and we know that it’s only a matter of time before we see some sex action now that the husband’s out of the picture. (I realise that it’s wrong on every single level to want to see a man have sex with his sister, but seriously – watch the series and you’ll understand.)

My final “thing that only Tom Hardy can make sexy” was going to be something along that incestuous sort of theme, but I wasn’t quite sure how it would come across. “Tom Hardy, making incest sexy.” It’s just…wrong, wrong, wrong.

If you’d like to dip your toe into the stinking, egg-eating, sister-shagging world of Taboo then the final episode airs tonight at 9.15pm – you can catch up on the whole series on iPlayer here. Do add your own things to the list in the comments below – equally, if you can’t stand Tom Hardy or have your own alternative, please feel free to share!

*This post replaces the Sunday Tittle Tattle, mainly because I’ve spent so long thinking of the ways in which Tom Hardy is sexy that I’ve run out of time to write it. I’d like to add, also, as a disclaimer, that Mr AMR is miles sexier than Tom Hardy and looks amazing in a nightshirt. (He made me put that.) (He didn’t, but just in case he’s reading.) (Also, he doesn’t smell, kill people or wear stupid hats so I feel I’m onto a winner.)